The sun hides in it's bed
As the warm resonation of a wayward writer's guitar
Meets the air with anticipation of it's morning debut
The receiving ears lay unknowingly in silence
Preparing for the constant assault of noise forced on them
By the bustle of the populated city
The music being crafted is a gift, a beautiful example
Of a human being selfless
Spreading the flame of joy's candle to the world flowing around him
Those few seconds of organized sound
Vanquish the dull hum of the everyday
And temporarily free people from routine patterns of thought
The ear catches the sound as it waves through the air
And the brain, sometimes unknowingly
Creatively responds to this curious audible phenomena
The writer's words are one of the few remaining ties
That hold creativity afloat in a sea of monotony
Resulting from the surrounding industrialization
We lit a flame just to watch it burn
Have we lost our roots, our ties to the earth
What I have seen has made me believe
That we've buried ourselves in paperwork
Instead of planting trees
Kick back, relax
Buddy don't have a heart attack
What's the harm in wanting to play some good tunes
It's your loss, not mine
We just wanted to improve the lives
Of all those people trapped inside
Dealing with the paperwork
There are rules that appeared in place
In our minds and in there they stay
It's in our heads
Why can't you see
That we've buried ourselves in paperwork
Instead of planting seeds
Oh, kick back, relax
Buddy don't have a heart attack
What's the harm in wanting to play some good tunes
It's your loss, not mine
We just wanted to improve the lives
Of all those people trapped inside
Dealing with the paperwork
We hauled our souls to the dull and plain
Where everyday felt exactly the same
We've taught our hands the discipline to spread love to the streets
So don't bother us with paperwork
Instead go plant some trees
Oh, kick back, relax
Buddy don't have a heart attack
What's the harm in wanting to play some good tunes
It's your loss, not mine
We just wanted to improve the lives
Of all those people trapped inside
Dealing with the paperwork
We buried ourselves in paperwork instead of planting trees
Buried ourselves in paperwork instead of planting seeds
We buried ourselves in paperwork instead of being free
