Sittin' in the shade of a treenThat was meant for menA little tired from sun andnSittin' there to feel the breezenAnd the memoriesnI let my thoughts go runnin'nNo major discoveriesnI just let myself ridenWhy was I so at ease?nI can't decidennSittin' 'neath the tree idlynThat was so shadynI let myself envisionnThinkin' of the dreamsnAnd the scenes I could seenFor menAnd what was my decision?nI knew that the sun was outnBut how long would it shine?nSoon closing in, no doubtnBut I had timennAnd I'm driftin'nNo, no directionnChasin' thought after thoughtnDriftin'nInto reflectionnAnd I don't want it to stopnnRollingnRolling with the punchesnTrying to get with the schemenRollingnRoll with the hunchesnAnd somewhere there is a themennPickin' up the things I mislaidnWhile in the shadenMy little visit overnI step back into the sunnMy dreamin' donenMy feet dug in the clovernAs I ran down the hillnI try to catch my mindnBut I was standin' stilln'Cause it was flyin'nnAnd I'm driftin'nNo, no directionnChasin' thought after thoughtnDriftin'nInto reflectionnAnd I don't want it to stopnnAh, rollingnRolling with the punchesnRolling best as I cannRollingnRolling with the hunchesn'Cause somewhere there is a plan