Simple Pleasures

Blue like a stratos 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, the 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