This Is What A Nice Sunday Morning Feels Like

[Verse 1] An Early Morning Trip to the Hot Tub It’s a quiet Sunday morning The most everyone is still asleep I step outside and find the fog Drifting soft and deep The air is cool, the water’s warm Waiting for the sky to turning blue I climb in slow and let the day Wait a little while or two [Chorus] No place special, no plans to keep Just a winding road and the morning breeze I’ll ride till I feel like turning around Then head back home when the sun still high There’s time enough for the day to unfold A little road, a little steam A little time to let go And a hot tub waiting when I get home [Verse 2] The forecast says it’ll warm up some But stay below eighty This time of year feels just like home And I’m in no hurry lately I soak and watch the fog lift up And wonder where I’ll roam When I leave this little pocket of peace I’ll let the road decide my map [Chorus] No place special, no plans to keep Just a winding road and the morning breeze I’ll ride till I feel like turning around Then head back home when the sun is still up high There’s time enough for the day to unfold A little road, a little steam A little time to let go And a hot tub waiting when I get back home [Bridge] I’ll crank up my trike and roll away With nothing I have to do I may not go very far at all That’s part of the beauty, too When I’ve had my fill of the open road I’ll come back and take it slow [Final Chorus] No place special, no plans to keep Just a winding road and the morning breeze I’ll ride till I feel like turning around Then head back home when the sun is still up high There’s time enough for the day to unfold A little road, a little steam A little time to let go Then I’ll soak my tired bones In my old hot tub at home [Outro] And when the afternoon settles in I’ll close my eyes and drift That nap will feel so good After a morning like this