Quiet Life
Quiet Life
Written by M Fegan
I moved away from weekend linesI relocated to healthier and happy climes
Gave up the queues and eighths and nines
Sat back relaxed and said O Lord bring on the quiet times.
I think I’d like to go away
Reciting poesy get cosy on a Saturday
And look in awe across the waves
And think about when I’d go out and I would misbehave.
But it’s getting harder
So much harder than it seems
These things aren’t playing out like they did in my dreams
And all this bullshit you tell me is make believe
Well I can tell you that this feeling won’t relent
It won’t release me
Won’t appease.