Songtext Simple pleasures Jimmy Buffett

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