Drifting Dreaming

When you're feeling kinda lazy... and you're layin' in the sunshine trying to sleep But your mind keeps bringing you back... to the craziness that stops you counting sheep You've been busy in the mornings... every afternoon and night time is the same You'd dearly love to smell the roses... but success is all about you playing the game You've been thinking bout a sea change... but you're wondering what it is you'd like to do In the stillness hear the phone ring... and the butler's mellow voice is asking 'who' Three year... five year... ten year plans Everybody makes demands Oh so sick of shaking hands All those folk with leathery tans. You can hear their voices calling... trying to disturb your solitude Ignore their calls and close your eyes. .drift away to dreams they can't intrude Drifting... dreaming... drifting... dreaming... .drifting... dreaming... drifting... dreaming