Verse I'm going to Chapel Hill, if you're looking I snuck out like a thief in the night I'm riding the backroads through endless oak trees Going further and further from sight I am the boy in the schoolhouse So alone 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 Interlude Verse 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 I'm not like the boy you'd remember I'm relaxed and I'm satisfied 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 Interlude Verse I've gone to Chapel Hill, if they ask you Tell them I wish they were here 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...