The calmness of taking a walk,
And noone around me to talk,
When the weather is right,
Then i just might,
The calmness of taking a walk.
The pleasure of a soft-blowing breeze,
And walking through it with ease,
The slight wind in my hair,
With nothing to care,
The pleasure of a soft-blowing breeze.
Relaxing and sitting alone,
My whereabouts not being known,
Taking in what's around,
And not to be found,
Relaxing and sitting alone.
The feeling of eating real slow,
With no rush, and nowhere to go,
With the whole world asunder,
I sit and i wonder,
The feeling of eating real slow.
Yeah, yeah, slowly. But goly isn't a word.