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