Shouldn't I be in a hurry
Shouldn't I be in on my way
Shouldn't I be late for something
I feel unproductive is that okay
Here I am among the pillows
Lounging away the day
In unapologetic silence
I'll be here awhile, I hope that's okay
I looked for the sun it had already set
Found that the birds had no melodies left
Mother Nature finds a way to destress
Just look around, it's my permission to rest
Everyday a few more inches
The weatherman more is on its way
I guess I am stuck inside-
I can't go anywhere anyway, is that okay
I looked for the sun it had already set
Found that the birds had no melodies left
Mother Nature finds a way to destress
Just look around, it's my permission to rest
The night's been sleeping in late
Trees in their dormant state
If nature gets to hibernate
Can't my to-do list learn to wait
I looked for the sun it had already set
Found that the birds had no melodies left
Follow the rhythms, trust the process
Just look around, there's no need to be stressed
Just look around, it's a chance to reflect
Just look around it's my permission to rest
Oo, it's my permission to rest