Big Two-Hearted River: Pt. II

Time to get up, the sun is rising over the meadow and stream Crawling out of your tent in the morning, there is nothing there to beat that feel Baking flapjacks on a smoking skillet, listening to the sound of the trees Taking my rodcase out of the camp, I'm ready to put on that reel A bottle of grasshoppers swings against my chest, I'm ready for the big exhale There's freedom from the struggle out here by the river, there's trout enough for a thrill I'm under clear blue skies I'm under clear blue skies Under clear blue skies Oh, under clear blue skies Sitting here smoking, watching the swamp, cleaning my fish in the stream I don't miss the city, my wife or my kid, there's time enough for them and me Thinking of our room in the center of Chicago, staying in our beds for a week If I'm out today I might be back tomorrow, don't hold your breath for me I'm under clear blue skies I'm under clear blue skies Under clear blue skies Under clear blue skies Oh, under clear blue skies Yeah, thinking of our room in the center of Chicago, staying in our beds for a week If I'm out today I might be back tomorrow, don't hold your breath for me I'm under clear blue skies I'm under clear blue skies Under clear blue skies Under clear blue skies Under clear blue skies Under clear blue skies Oh, under clear blue skies