I wake to the sound of the birds and the beesWait for the sun, then I fall back asleepAnd it's all right, it's all rightI feel a cool breeze on the hairs of my neckFor once I don't worry about the skills that I lackIt's all right, it's all rightSometimes I feel like I talk too much for my own goodBut it's all right, it's all right, it's all rightThe mayflower ropes and the chills of the nightWave by wave they were untiedNow I'm all right, now I'm all rightSometimes I feel like I talk too much for my own goodBut I'm all right, I'm all right, it's all rightNow, now, now, nowNow, now, nowNow, now, now, nowNow, now, nowNow, now, now, nowNow, now, now
