The Noise They Left Behind

I don't know anymore
What people come here for,
Disturbing all the peace they hope to find.
They come here from the city
'Cause the country is so pretty
And bring along the noise they left behind.

The country makes you feel
Like nothing else was ever real.
What's mine is yours
And you don't have to steal.
The people with a heart
Will help you make a brand new start
When you stop talking smart
And wheeling deals.

I don't see any change
When people move out on the range.
They take offense and hold a grudge for years.
If they'd only just forgive
And teach their children how to live
We'd find a paradise behind our fears.

The country makes you feel
Like nothing else was ever real.
What's mine is yours
And you don't have to steal.
The people with a heart
Will help you make a brand new start
When you stop talking smart
And wheeling deals.

I don't know anymore
What people come here for,
Disturbing all the peace they hope to find.
They come here from the city
'Cause the country is so pretty
And bring along the noise they left behind.

We can lose our way, become confused, weak and tired - even accidentally injure ourselves - if the pace of life is too hectic. Difficulties arise when we are ungrounded and uncentered. The lesson of the Hermit is that listening to our intuition is not useful if we are too busy or too distracted to pay attention. Solitude is essential.