Mayberry
Chris Richardson Lyrics

Sometimes it feels like this world is spinning faster
At times, it seems like the pace of life is constantly accelerating.

Than it did in the old days
Compared to the past, everything now moves quicker.

So naturally, we have more natural disasters
As a consequence, the frequency of natural calamities has increased.

From the strain of a fast pace
The pressure arising from the rapid tempo contributes to this phenomenon.

Sunday was a day of rest
Traditionally, Sundays were dedicated to relaxation.

Now, it's one more day for progress
However, now Sunday is just another opportunity for productivity.

And we can't slow down ‘cause more is best
Society pushes us to keep moving at top speed because we believe more is always better.

It's all an endless process
Ultimately, this becomes a never-ending cycle.

I miss Mayberry
I long for the simplicity and tranquility of the town Mayberry.

Sitting on the porch drinking ice-cold cherry Coke
Imagining a peaceful moment where I relax on the porch with a refreshing cherry Coke.

Where everything is black and white
In Mayberry, things were straightforward and not complicated.

Picking on a six string
Strumming a guitar casually, enjoying the simple pleasure of making music.

Where people pass by and you call them by their first name
In Mayberry, the community was tight-knit, and everyone knew each other well.

Watching the clouds roll by
Taking the time to appreciate the beauty of nature, observing the movement of clouds.

Bye, bye
Goodbye to the idyllic world of Mayberry.

Sometimes I can hear this old earth shouting
Occasionally, I perceive the earth expressing itself loudly.

Through the trees as the wind blows
The sound travels through the rustling trees carried by the wind.

That's when I climb up here on this mountain
In response, I ascend to this mountain peak.

To look through God's window
From this vantage point, I gaze at the world as if peering through the window of God.

Now I can't fly
Though I cannot soar like a bird.

But I got two feet that get me high up here
I have my own two feet that allow me to elevate myself to this height.

Above the noise and city streets
Escaping the commotion and chaos of urban life.

My worries disappear
Here, my concerns fade away.

Sometimes I dream I'm driving down an old dirt road
On occasion, I envision myself journeying along a rustic, unpaved road.

Not even listed on a map
This road is so obscure, it does not even appear on any maps.

I pass a dad and son carrying a fishing pole
During this dreamlike drive, I pass a father and son holding a fishing rod.

But I always wake up every time I try to turn back
Unfortunately, whenever I attempt to reverse this dream, I always find myself awaking.

Bye, bye
A final farewell to Mayberry, once again.

I miss Mayberry
An emphatic expression of yearning for the cherished simplicity of Mayberry.

na na na na na na na na
Musical interlude

I miss Mayberry
Continuing to long for the peacefulness of Mayberry.

na na na na na na na na
Musical interlude.

I miss Mayberry
Reiterating the desire to return to Mayberry.