A 9 to 5? Nah, not for me.
Don't wanna be no desk jockey.
Don't wanna see just black or white
Or even shades of grey,
I want colours that pop,
And sizzle in the light of day.
Give me sounds that throb and echo back
Like living souvenirs
Of the sights I've seen,
The places I've been,
And the people I met in between.
I want to be cut loose
From the tethers that keep me on the ground
And fly with no cold walls to surround;
Just the wind in my hair, in my ears, in my face
As higher and higher I soar and I race.
I want to explore the ocean depths
And take a tour of Mars.
I'd like to camp out on the moon
And make music with the stars.
I want to take naps in the clouds
And dance on mountain tops.
I'd love to sing under a waterfall
With the river marking time on the rocks.
I feel the beat as the rain plays drums
On glossy rainforest leaves,
And the desert wind like a warm gust of air
From the sigh a giant heaves.
Though, the ordinary is all right at times,
It just is not my speed.
The ordinary and the mundane
Just don't fulfil my needs.
And while I can appreciate consistency,
Too much of it moves me to flee.
And a constant state of normalcy,
Just ain't the life for me.
