Afternoon Strum

Steam rises from the porcelain cup;

The morning paper sits in open;

Bicycle bells down the rue des Pays;

I think I'll stay right here instead;

C'est la vie, let it slide;

The world can wait a while outside;

C'est la vie, let it slide;

The world can wait a while outside;

Clouds drifting slow past the mansard roof;

I'm counting seconds by the sparrow's wings;

No need to rush, no point to prove;

Just simple notes the old guitar sings;

C'est la vie, let it slide;

The world can wait a while outside;

C'est la vie, let it slide;

The world can wait a while outside.

Dust moles dancing in a beam of light;

My favorite shoes are by the door;

Maybe I'll walk when the sun turns white;

But for now, I don't need much more;

C'est la vie;

Let it slide;

The world can wait a while outside;

C'est la vie, let it slide;

The world can wait awhile outside;

Just let it slide;

Wait a while outside;