Chapel Hill

I'm going to Chapel Hill, if you're lookin.
I snuck out like a thief in the night.
I'm riding the backroads through endless oak trees,
Going further and further from sight.
Now I am the boy in the schoolhouse.
So remote in the lost countryside.
And if you should want to come find me there,
Oh, it may be a difficult ride.
Ooh... it ought to make it easier on you.
Ooh... it ought to make it easier on you.

People out here aren't like you.
Not that I want them to be.
They're raised drinking water so gentle and clear,
And they've brought out the sweetheart in me.
Yeah, they brought out the sweetheart in me.

Yeah, I'm not like the boy you'd remember.
I'm relaxed and I'm satisfied.
And I've come to terms with the object of failure,
Setting past heartache aside.
Ooh... it ought to make it easier on you.
Ooh... it ought to make it easier on you.

I've gone to Chapel Hill, if they ask you.
Tell them I wish they were here.
And it was not them that I tried to escape from.
But I dreamed of a future unclear.

And if anyone wishes to chase me.
It would probably do them no good.
Because the reason I'm here, is the same reason that I,
Was someone they never understood.
Ooh... it ought to make it easier on you.
Ooh... it ought to make it easier on you.
Ooh...