Sunday Market Lyrics

So many beautiful women around
But my baby doll queen, I had already found
My head is spinning, beginning to frown
'Cause it feels like the only way to go is down
Though I'm high on the ground, wandering slow
Good coffee to drink, good people to know
Good music to hear, good beer to be drunk
With rastas and hippies and poets and punks
And thanks to a beat I am moving in time
To a rhythm that's playing along with a rhyme
And thanks to your eyes that are open to shine
I'm smiling today and it settles my mind
How beautiful the world is when differences cease
To become contentious and instead release a feeling of peace
Though I know it'll cease so when winter comes
I'll fly south with the geese

It's so simple and plan and we all oughta know
That combining good things make new things grow
And though the newest ain't often the best, it is true
Since we are here, we might as well look into
The ways of the world that can make us all see
That life ain't all that bad and the best things are free

Though sometimes there's a fee like losing your soul
To a love that was given then thrown to the coals
But love don't you see burns eternally
It is only made small in life's complexity
Now back to my drink, I will sip and I'll think
'Bout holding you close when the good boat does sink
And we're forced to endure in a boat with some holes
With a love that is pure traveling telephone poles
And it goes and goes and goes