DON'T WORK

The alarm goes off

I let it go on

The sun shines on my face

I do nothing

The phone rings

I pick it up

I have a date

With my side of town

I don't work

I just wake up and wander

I follow every little wandering thought

Let it reflect

If there's a limit

I pass it

I don't work

I'm busy being alive

Old sneakers

Without a real plan

Loose change

In my torn pocket

Park bench

In the afternoon

The clouds write

My to-dos in the void

I don't work

I just wake up and wander

I follow every little wandering thought

Let it reflect

If there's a limit

I pass it

I don't work

I'm busy being alive

Maybe I'm wrong

Maybe I'm late

To someone's request

To"fulfill my part"

But this little café

And this slow sky

Feels like a salary

That you can't buy

I don't work

I just wake up and wander

I follow every little stray thought

Let it reflect

If there's a limit

I pass it

I don't work

I'm busy being alive

(hey)

I don't work

But finally I feel good