Simple Pleasures

(Album: Buried Treasure, Vol. 1 - 2017)

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 again