Lyrics

My job is done for now at least My calendar is filled with vacancies In the days ahead I'm looking to I've done all that's been asked of me to do So honey, now I'm through Trying to impress Now I'm taking off and cutting loose There's a clock and I'm off it And it feels so delightful to have nowhere to be 'Cause I got a pocket With a little cash Car with a tank of gas And nowhere to be With time to kill and days to seize I could end up anywhere I please The exciting places that I could roam through Or I could melt into my couch at home, too Either way I'll use the time to decompress Before I'm back again I'm cutting loose There's a clock and I'm off it And it feels so delightful to have nowhere to be 'Cause I got a pocket With a little cash Car with a tank of gas And nowhere to be Sometimes my favorite plan is to have no plans at all To unwind with no demand beforehand It always won't be, set or permanent I'll be back to work eventually Soon I'll be in use But that's irrelevant 'Cause until then I'll be cutting loose There's a clock and I'm off it And it feels so delightful to have nowhere to be 'Cause I got a pocket With a little cash Car with a tank of gas And nowhere to be
Writer(s): Christopher Henderson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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