My job is done, for now at least My calendar is filled with vacanciesAnd the days ahead I'm looking to I've done all that's been asked of me to doSo honey, now I'm through trying to impress Now I'm taking off and cutting looseIt's a clock in a market And it feels so delightfulTo have nowhere to be Cause I've got a pocketWith a little cash A car with a tank of gasAnd nowhere to beWith time to kill and days to see Cause I could end up anywhere I pleaseExciting places that I could roam through Rapid mountains you might call home toEither way I'll use the time to decompress Before I'm back and I'm cutting looseIt's a clock in a market And it feels so delightfulTo have nowhere to be Cause I've got a pocketWith a little cash A car with a tank of gasAnd nowhere to beSometimes my favorite plan is to have no plans at allTo unwind with no demands beforehand And it always won't beSail to Birmingham I'll be back to work eventuallySoon I'll be in use But that's irrelevantCause until then I'm highly cut and looseIt's a clock in a market And it feels so delightfulTo have nowhere to be Cause I've got a pocketWith a little cash A car with a tank of gasAnd nowhere to beCause I've got a pocket With a little cash A car with a tank of gasAnd nowhere to beAnd nowhere to be