“I’m leaving this city life In my mind I’m flying away,
I’m leaving tomorrow and all of the old yesterdays,
I’m leaving the trash cans the bright lights of telephone lines,
I’m leaving my sorrows of all of my memories behind,
I’ll see what I find.
Somewhere in the shade near the sound of a sweet singing river,
Somewhere in the sun where the mountains make love to the sky”
-John Denver, All of My Memories