Simple in My Dreams

The rhythm of the day has quickly changed
My old morning routine’s been re-arranged
Coffee and local paper were my plans
Now my tablet brings the world into my hands

Life was very different than today
I had to make my own mind up each day
Now my head is bustin’ at the seams
I still go back to simple in my dreams

I’d meet up with the boys on Friday night
Sometimes the evening ended with a fight
Chats and texts replaced our waterhole
And now it’s just my fingers that feel the toll

Life was very different than today
I had to make my own mind up each day
Things are so much different, yes it seems
But I go back to simple in my dreams

People run around like crazy fools
Trading quiet thoughts for high‑tech tools
I miss the stillness we once knew

Life was very different than today
I had to make my own mind up each day
Now my head is bustin’ at the seams
But I can go back to simple in my dreams

Things are so much different, yes it seems
I still go back to simple in my dreams