The Whistle

I’m driftin’ away

My mind won’t pay

My dimes won't slay a dozen

I’ll figure it out

My words won’t shout

My time won’t waste another

I'm giving a day to take my things

I'm tired of clipping my own wings

Thinking about being myself

Leaving myself

Leaving my-

Leaving my-

Leaving my-

I’ll take it away

I know my place

It’s not too far from eden

I’m making my way

I had my taste

It’s got the call I needed

I'm giving a day to take my things

I'm tired of clipping my own wings

Thinking about being myself

Leaving myself

Leaving my-

Leaving my-

Leaving my-

A beautiful day

A beautiful day

A beautiful day

A beautiful-