Freetime

Oh my lucky number’s been rolling all summer
And when the sun shines, I celebrate
The beauty in life it’s my duty in life
’Cause the rhythm of change
Will carry on beating
I’ll take these blue skies, however fleeting
It might be too late tomorrow

Sometimes I get into it
But others, I can’t stand the waiting
Freetime

So long afternoons would go up in balloons
As we killed our time just watching it die
Your father, my son, he’d turn in his urn

And sometimes I get into it
But others, I can’t stand to waste it
Freetime

Allowing for some change, I’ll carry on mundane
Around the corner, await simple pleasures
My beautiful wife in her beautiful life

To the rhythm of change we’ll carry on walking
The hills of glenrosa stand in our future
There’s beauty in life
Yes there’s beauty in life