A quiet day of harmonious vibes is keeping my mind well occupied.
Now my head is so sleepy, keeps on humming a tune
of other lost days, long afternoons.
The trouble with peace is there's nowhere to run.
The trouble with time is it's lost in the sun.
There's plans to be made, there's work to be done.
The trouble with time is it's lost in the sun.
Accomplishing nothing, I waste this day.
It's lovely. I'll do it again as soon as I may.
