A do nothing day
What can compare?
Sitting out front
In my rocking chair
Watching all the crazies
Doing their crazy things
If I had the guts
All would be left behind
Caught up in a vortex
Vortex of the mind
Everything's a tangle
Everything is a swirl
Everything's a tangle
Everything is a swirl
Days to make it easy
Days to ease the mind
Now dust ridicules
Wages me poor
Shouters down the phone
Crazies at the door
Hope that they don't see me
And ruin everything
I'm trying to peace out here
Just trouble they bring
Days to make it easy
Days to ease the mind
Days to make it easy
Days to ease the mind