Goin’ with the Flow

World’s passing by, in front of my park bench
Day’s looking mighty fine
Tree behind me has a Latin name
I just call it mine
Ain’t chasing any red hot dreams
All of that’s on hold
Not doing much of anything
Goin’ with the flow
Enjoying the scene
Goin’ with the flow

Morning paper and a cup of coffee
That’s what I’m about
Park’s filling up, locals and yokels
Joggers and bikers cutting in and out
Busker singing, guitar case begging
It’s really quite a show
Not doing much of anything
Goin’ with the flow
Enjoying the scene
Goin’ with the flow

People walking dogs, moms pushing strollers
Kids chasing pigeons around
Squirrel scampers off to hide a chestnut
Will never be found
A gust of wind, a skirt’s blown skyward
A glimpse of heaven exposed
Not doing much of anything
Goin’ with the flow
Enjoying the scene
Goin’ with the flow