Another busy day, another busy week
There must be more to life than working week to week.
I’d like to jack the whole lot in and buy a campervan: I’d drive leisurely down to France and maybe even Spain
Nothing would be too much trouble, nothing would be a pain
Some days I’d have baked beans for tea or maybe fillet steak
And they’ll be days when I’m going far too fast so then I’d put on the brake
I’d park up in some quiet spot and contemplate the sky
Pour a glass of cheap red wine and ask the question why
I wouldn’t expect any answers to immediately come to mind
So I’d just tend to settle down, relax and unwind
And I don’t suppose it’d really matter if an answer didn’t come straight away
I can still imagine it being a lovely sort of day
I’d keep a barbeque handy too and when the coals are hot
I’d cook my sausages and burgers with cheese on top
Occasionally I might wonder about the question that I asked
But when I’m busy with wine and cheese that moment may have passed.
And if I was still there at the end of the week
Well, I’d have plenty of wine, and some cheese and ham
They’re the things you can store: things you can keep
Especially when you’ve jacked it in and bought a camper van.