A simple enough existence by many a jaded person’s admittance
That’s what I do with my money… buy gas and go see bands
A fine thing to do indeed, a grand way to be
Hand on my heart, I’m freer than free
Heck, I’d even go as far as to say I just might be the freest of the free
Sure people will always stare right back at me, straight on through me sometimes
But I’m fine with that, I really don’t mind
You see, I always manage to find my way
Those, they were most certainly my perfect halcyon days