A song about the joy of finishing work early and cycling home while it's still light outside.
It's time to make some space Be done with all that's commonplace And chase the thoughts that let me feel alive I've paid my dues, addressed my debt The hours have danced their minuet And now it's time to spin under the sky I'm done with making sense Of redirects and consequence And now I get to make a break and ride Into the sunlight In the sunlight It's time to wend my way Escaping from the land of grey With nothing more I need to understand Nothing else comes close to this With just a touch of pull and twist I'm sailing through the landscape underhand Whoah, and I never want to land In the sunlight The sunlight In the sunlight [instrumental] Whoah, and I never want to land Riding through the world stuck in between The intellect and gentle rolling green Where my head rests and my heart sings that I am home In these moments where I fly under the sunlight In the sunlight In the sunlight In the sunlight...