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{gentle fingerpicked acoustic guitar,
warm room acoustic, soft string swell}
Morning light across the floor
We don't watch the clock no more
Shoes are kicked beside the door Leaving all the rush behind
Oh, the weekend is a quiet friend
Letting all the wild roads bend
Breathing in the open air
With a life of freedom there (hmmm)
Stir the coffee, let it sit
Find a spot where sunbeams hit
Every worry we acquit
As the afternoon
grows long
Oh, the weekend is a quiet friend
Letting all the wild roads bend
Breathing in the open air
With a life of freedom there (hmmm)
No more walls,
just the sky... (ahhhh) {fading acoustic guitar and strings}