How does it feel

To be lounging in the sun

Without a care in the world

With but a drink in hand

How does it feel

Ms. Sunshine?

I used to say I wouldn’t compromise

In the lazy afternoons

Before I realized a thing or two.

And now someone gets my kicks for me

And blows kisses to collapsing bridges

For me, from the knee-high plane

I’m just a rolling stone

I am meant to roll on

But I am stuck in the shallow waters here

Dried out by the 

Big orange

In the sky.

So we play Napoleon

But his suit is too short

And we don’t like ponies

We get so bored. 

And what’s worse

Someone somewhere

Could have believed us.