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-