good life.

time is passing by me,

smokin in the passengers seat.

this destination we may possibly reach.

we're gunna set ourselves free.

abandonment isnt my best endowment.

& there's some old pain in my pocket,

so gotta find a way to toss it.

toss it in to time, toss it.

your face now a figment of imagination

and long ago i discovered that i lost it.

time is passing by me,

dreamin in the passengers seat.

feeling his symphony going wild inside of me.

me and my baby, we're already free.

we just gotta continue to be

wide eyed and harmonized.

gimmie a high five.

this is the good life.

and all we've ever wanted is to inspire,

together, cloud sailor of warm weather..

we're gunna set this world on fire.

like i'm stargazing, shining in your beauty,

you're in every little leaf falling just for me.

sit back with your aviators and bask in that grin.

your eyes delight at the adjustment of light,

knowing the sun cant get in.