
I'm gonna leave this place tomorrow
I'm gonna leave this town behind
I'll be gone before the morning
On the other side of the mound.
That's why I'm moving on
I'm moving on
I've been hanging around too long
It's time I was moving on
Oh, well I'm tired of the same old faces
And I'm sick of the same old names
I'm getting bored with the same old places
Everybody starts to look the same
I've been tryin' to settle down here
But my feet just won't stay still
And I've heard that the grass is greener
On the other side of the hill







Pierwszą wzmiankę o grupie znalazłem w Non Stopie nr 12/1984:






