Country Down - Beck

Oh country down

Where I found my proving ground

All along the floodline

Wheels are turning around

The hills roll out like centuries

Pass by without a sound

Just a mile outside of town

Down-river bound

Where the limit to your sky fell down

The plot against your will

Is furrowed into your brow

Against your better judgment

It’s all behind you now

Just a mile outside of town

What’s the use of being found?

You can lose yourself in some good ground

In the weeds hiding down the river right next door

There’s no frame around your picture

Just a view through my back door

Time evermore

You just found what you’re looking for:

A tiger rose growing through your prison door

Reaching for sunlight, can’t see it anymore

Just a mile from my back door

You could wake up on a lifeboat 'neath the sun

On a ladder up to the sky

You’re standing on the lowest rung

Holding a lifeline, using my best defense

Running in the undertow my heart couldn’t fight against

Oh lay me down

Where we found my proving ground

All along the floodline

Waves are turning around

The hills roll out like centuries

Pass by without a sound

Just a mile outside of town