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