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LYRICS
I had projects due appointments to keep
Checking my to do list in my sleep
One day was flowing into the next
I had forgotten how to rest
Met a saintly lady ninety three
She took one hard look at me
Son your headed for a fall
If you don’t heed this call
Find a piece of heaven where
You can breathe the morning air
Stop the world from spinning round
Sink your bare feet into the ground
Where sun shines down in golden rays
Soft breeze blows upon your face
Slow it down totally
Nothing to do except be
Nothing to do except be
(AND SO ON FOR BRIDGE )
Hustling from point a to point
No time to rest no room to breathe
Stuck in the rat race round in a maze
Forgot the dream I was trying to chase
All Rights Reserved. Words and Music by Andrew Kutt. ©️2023 Andrew Kutt
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