the times roll on these roads unfold along
still being put right to the test
push me away i’m still inclined to say
i’d rather take this day of rest

fortune of clouds i’m here to think out loud
no matter who is in the crowd
chances are good i don’t get out without
breaking some rules ’bout “not allowed”

self-funded dreams published in magazines
that never see the light of day
dreams live by night with no regard to light
it’s only on their own they make their way

no one denies what comes right from the skies
we look to heaven right as rain
nor can deny what comes to by and by
no need to guess nor to explain

like solitaire appearing here and there
i can conclude without refrain
through some complain they’ve still yet to regain
i’d rather choose to lose again