Sunday morning the sun’s still sky

I stretch my arms and let out a sigh

No alarms no plans in sight

Just me and my day to make it right

Might do nothing all day

Household chores are such a bore

Sunday funday my time to steal

Reset my soul let myself feel

No rush no race no ticking clock

Just me and the world in a gentle talk

Walk the woods all alone

Gentle nod to the Bigfoot

Hidden behind the old oak tree

He knows how to live truly free

I wake at noon with a lazy grin

The day’s wide open let life begin

Netflix calling with its siren song

Maybe I’ll sing my own all day long

Make another album just for my own

Daily drive around town

Sunday funday my time to steal

Reset my soul let myself feel

No rush no race no ticking clock

Just me and the world in a gentle talk

Walk the woods all alone

Gentle nod to the Bigfoot

Hidden behind the old oak tree

He knows how to live truly free

I’ll call in sick just this one time

Blame it on Sunday’s healing rhyme

Let the week wait while I unwind

This little world’s all mine to find

Sunday funday my time to steal

Reset my soul let myself feel

No rush no race no ticking clock

Just me and the world in a gentle talk

Walk the woods all alone

Gentle nod to the Bigfoot

Hidden behind the old oak tree

He knows how to live truly free