Migration -

It’s five after five, I’m off in a flash

My work is all done and I’m ready to dash

Right into my evening, I’ve got to relax

Cause soon I’ll be sleeping, and morning comes fast

Most days I spend driving between here and there

Because I don’t have a free moment to spare

I’ve got to move quickly, can’t take time to stare

At the miracles happening now, everywhere

I don’t take much time to do this

No, I don’t take much time to do this

I crest up the hill and I glance at the view

The ocean spreads out, endless silver and blue

But I gotta keep driving, my workday is through

And I’m on my way home, where I’ve got things to do

I might want to cook, and then I’ve got to eat

And maybe I’ll clean up, and put up my feet

Or maybe I’ll make up a song or a rhyme

About missed opportunities, having no time

INSTRUMENTAL BRIDGE

But this day is different, I’m off my routine

I needed to take in a different scene

So I’m taking my bicycle home through the green

The air’s feeling chilly, my soul’s feeling clean

It’s March, I remember, the whales could be here

On the hidden migration they make every year

I take a deep breath as I see water fly

A grey whale is spouting as traffic flies by

& OUTRO