Moving like a stratus cloud, full of life and corner drugstore wine I'll write my name on a highway bus and kick the cans of progress left behind Feeling like a cowboy, with sun down on my trail Waiting for tomorrow's fairytale
That's when the simple pleasures start moving quietly Relaxing all the hang-ups, that have control of me Forgetting my confusion, I love the shape I'm in And I hope those simple pleasures will quickly come again
My freelance style of living cuts a detour around the very, very staunch They all applaud the journey's end but few are even there to see the launch Stealing from the cupboard of ulcer pills and booze A ride through repetition I can't use
That's when the simple pleasures start moving quietly Relaxing all the hang-ups, that have control of me Forgetting my confusion, I love the shape I'm in And I hope those simple pleasures will quickly come again
My happiness seems nothing to a well-established former passerby His artificial body keeps reminding him to give it one more try World is setting records, while others crawl too slow But simple pleasures everywhere I go
That's when the simple pleasures start moving quietly Relaxing all the hang-ups, that have control of me Forgetting my confusion, I love the shape I'm in And I hope those simple pleasures will quickly come againTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
