Freetime

oh my lucky number's been rolling all summer
 and when the sun shines, i celebrate
 the beauty in life - it's my duty in life
 'cause the rhythm of change
 will carry on beating
 i'll take these blue skies, however fleeting
 it might be too late tomorrow...
 sometimes i get into it
 but others, i can't stand the waiting -
 freetime
 so long afternoons would go up in balloons
 as we killed our time just watching it die
 your father, my son, he'd turn in his urn
 and sometimes i get into it
 but others, i can't stand to waste it -
 freetime
 allowing for some change, i'll carry on mundane
 around the corner, await simple pleasures
 my beautiful wife in her beautiful life
 to the rhythm of change we'll carry on walking
 the hills of glenrosa stand in our future
 there's beauty in life
 yes there's beauty in life