And I remember
weekend trips that won a few goodbyes
I didn't really wanna go
But the calmness and the freedom of the stray,
why I left it I don't know
And there are hours made for waiting,
and I'm a slave emancipating
A nice quiet cabin in the woods,
turn the maybes into couldes
Surely then I'd feel alright,
and I could go on with mine
I'll buy a pick -up,
pack it up and watch the sun go down
Behind the mountains and
the hills green
And listen solely to the river and the roar
I know that summer is my dream
And there are hours made for waitin'
And I'm mostly emancipatin'
An ice -cold cabin in the woods
Turned to maybe sand because
Surely then I'd feel alright
And I could go on with mine
I
There are hours made for waiting
And I'm all slave emancipated
A nice quiet cabin in the woods
Turn the babies into goods
Surely then I'd feel alive
And I could go on with my life
So
applause