Copyright 2007 Glory Sound Studios
Not a word, not a rhyme, not a story.
Nothing rich, nothing deep, something borring.
No I'm not at work today.
I'm home with my wife Beck-ay!
On my sick day.
Gonna run through the yard with my daughter.
Pick some flowers, swing on swings in the sunlight.
Gonna count the clouds in the sky.
Gonna see all the joy in her eyes.
On my sick day.
