There’s things that move us,
I known a few, most are lost,
to time and the past.
My coffee’s waiting,
please, excuse me for a while;
let me enjoy it.
Well Saturday’s here,
and by the days end, we’ll hear,
a cheer for weekend.
As complex as simple is.
There’s things that move us,
I known a few, most are lost,
to time and the past.
My coffee’s waiting,
please, excuse me for a while;
let me enjoy it.
Well Saturday’s here,
and by the days end, we’ll hear,
a cheer for weekend.