Too many words too many sounds
Too many attractions turn me around
Too many miles in a chrome cocoon
I never get anywhere I can't see the moon

Too many commercials too many lies
Too many celebrities I don't recognize
Too many brand names too many magazines
I got so much sensation I can't feel a thing

Simple living
Got to get to simple living
Simple living
Simply living

Too many things we just throw away
If we put it in the garbage we're gonna eat it someday
We turn on the lights and a river dies
We turn the TV on to see and eagle fly

Too much work with nothing to do
Too many dreams that never come true
Too much hurting without a second glance
Too much desperation they call romance

Gonna take this life, pare it to t he bone
Baby when you knock baby I'll be home
I'll make my breakfast sweep the floor
Open the window unlock the door

Gonna turn off the video the audio too
Open my eyes take in the view
See the divine in the veins of a leaf
In the hands of a beggar in the eyes of a thief

Simple living
Gimme simple living
Simple living
Simple living

Writer : FRED SMALL
Copyright : Lyrics © FREDERICK E. SMALL D/B/A PINE BARRENS MUSIC