Nashville - Sophie Hunger

My lover’s in the field

Swinging his shield

Fighting the windmills

That disappear

My lover’s on a mission

Singing in prison

For the lonely ones

The ones constantly missing

My lover’s on duty

Singing his song

He says: «Where there is beauty

Wisdom goes wrong»

But this ain’t Nashville

I too miss Nashville, but this ain’t Nashville

Please come home, please come down