Simple Pleasures

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