[Verse] The clock is ticking but I’m not faking Tied my suit up but my soul’s still aching There's a little green cure that's got me hooked Turns a stiff day into a foggy book [Chorus] I could be stacking paper Chasing dreams Instead I'm chasing clouds and smoky schemes Bills and bosses can't touch my vibe In this haze I come alive [Verse 2] They can keep their deadlines and fancy chairs I’ll keep my lighter and this simple air Emails buzzing like angry bees I’ll buzz higher under these trees [Chorus] I could be stacking paper Chasing dreams Instead I'm chasing clouds and smoky schemes Bills and bosses can't touch my vibe In this haze I come alive [Bridge] Call me lazy Say I’m wrong But desk jobs make my spirit long For freedom’s touch That mellow tone In the working world I’m overthrown [Verse 3] The coffee maker hums its sadness tunes I’ve traded those for sunny afternoons Spent too much life in that spinning chair Now I exhale and don’t even care