Tekster: Monkees. Hollywood.

The sun that's falling from the southwestern sky
Tells me that I must depart
So, by sundown today, I'll be on my way
But I'll be leaving my heart

It's not the countryside that appealed to my eyes
It's the spirit and it captured my mind
But the things I tried to be made a wreck out of me
Now a different road, I must find

These things I think are new, I guess they're really old
It seems I've done 'em once before
Now, to go back to that fork in the road
Takes all the strength of my soul and more

Oh, goodbye, goodbye you cruel town
You've been a fair-weathered friend
Now I will go to some places that I know
Where things don't start just to end

These things I think are new, I guess they're really old
It seems that I've done 'em once before
Now, to go back to that fork in the road
Takes all the strength of my soul and more

Oh, goodbye, good goodbye you cruel town
You've been a fair-weathered friend
Now I will go to some place that I know
Where things don't start just to end