People keep talking disasters
The end is near keeps bending my ear
Doomsday sayings on my Instagram plastered
Let me here make one thing perfectly clear

Feel free to feed your screaming Wild Banshees
I'll do me with my hammock out back
If they drop the bomb, I say what's the harm
It'll just give me more time to relax

I won't have to pretend to be sick that day
With no one there to answer my call
Down at the store when the store is no more
I'll just take the entire week off

I might even do a tad bit of fishing
Ignoring all the NO TRESPASSING signs
I'm sure the law that day will have more on its plate
And me tossing my line will be least on their minds

I might even dare to exceed the limit
And on top of all that, leave my license at home
Being the rebel I am, always smack dab right in it
When they say to do, chances are that I won't

I'm going to sit back relax and enjoy all the silence
Without the noise of the Planes, Trains, and Automobiles
Clogging the air on their way to nowhere
Just wake me up in time for my meals

So go ahead and have your fun when you drop the BIG one
I'll be in my hammock out back
Just kindly hold down the noise as the Earth explodes
Some of us here are trying to relax

You made God another promise
That again you failed to keep
With the everyday say of life in the way
Finding yourself in it neck deep

Born out of good intentions
Even displaying your membership card
Of course no one dared to mention
You fold like a cheap suit when times turn hard

But thank goodness we serve a good God
Who knows us all too well
And that untold promises are more often swept
Into the bin labeled as Self

And what do we do in the meantime
But add more to the growing stack
The promises saved and those newly made
Letting them go then taking them back

We to often make God a promise
Then along the way fail to keep
With the everyday say of life in the way
Finding ourselves in it neck deep

This field we're in is but a test
Where we'll come clean or turn out a mess
So many things we must address
Which way do you lean

Some struggle strong along the way
While others say it's a piece of cake
There's much to gain from our mistakes
Either erase or press repeat

How many here would volunteer
When what's ahead is none to clear
In the wondering of, what are we doing here
The water's getting deep

With life in hand, we take it on the chin
More than once if not then and again
If not a total loss, does that mean we win
In all the things we need

Feel free to add it to the list
One way or another we'll make it through this
Don't change the channel, it is but a test
In the wiping of our slates clean

I keep looking for that one star
That I wished upon back then
When you and I once were
Before we lost what could have been

It would shine its light on us at night
Like it had nothing else to do
Reminding me as far as I can see
That yes, wishes do come true

But not everything works out quite right
The way we'd like them to
Hence the star I keep looking for
To let it know I'm missing you

I'll continue with this journey
Gazing on the stars at night
And when I find one that feels right
I'll wish I may then wish I might

Find the one I'm dreaming of
In these starry skies of blue
To let me know through it all
That yes, wishes do come true

Talk about Galactic problems
Rising from the dust
Yet not quite at rock bottom
This spinning Hunk of loose Space Junk

From one end to the other
Throughout the galaxy
Known to every Alien and their mother
As a floating globe of useless debris

After years and years of tossing trash
By now you would have thunk
We would have gotten our act together some how
On this rotund ball of spinning Space Junk

Given the chance you know all too well
We'll leave leftovers in our wake
Famous for our wars and landfills
In the messes that we make

Scooting through the universe
Litter bugs on the run
Used to be known as Planet Earth
Now a rolling ball of senseless Space Junk

Underneath sweet Southern skies
Watching life pass us by
Not a care I swear to where or why
As we lean back and close our eyes

Down here is where things slow a bit
Pretty close to the point of quit
Not at all bothered a bit by it
That is just how we all live

Being that we're neighborly
Waving from our front porch swings
From early morning to late evenings
Might throw a howdy or two in-between

There's not a lot that gets us down
When we're this far from unwound
Feet firmly set on the ground
With heart and head, heaven bound

Underneath sweet Southern skies
We find we need no reasons why
To lean back and close our eyes
As life outside slowly passes by