My job is done, for now at least My calendar is filled with vacancies
And the days ahead I'm looking to I've done all that's been asked of me to do
So honey, now I'm through trying to impress Now I'm taking off and cutting loose
It's a clock in a market And it feels so delightful
To have nowhere to be Cause I've got a pocket
With a little cash A car with a tank of gas
And nowhere to be
With time to kill and days to see Cause I could end up anywhere I please
Exciting places that I could roam through Rapid mountains you might call home to
Either way I'll use the time to decompress Before I'm back and I'm cutting loose
It's a clock in a market And it feels so delightful
To have nowhere to be Cause I've got a pocket
With a little cash A car with a tank of gas
And nowhere to be
Sometimes my favorite plan is to have no plans at all
To unwind with no demands beforehand And it always won't be
Sail to Birmingham I'll be back to work eventually
Soon I'll be in use But that's irrelevant
Cause until then I'm highly cut and loose
It's a clock in a market And it feels so delightful
To have nowhere to be Cause I've got a pocket
With a little cash A car with a tank of gas
And nowhere to be
Cause I've got a pocket With a little cash A car with a tank of gas
And nowhere to be
And nowhere to be