歌词
[Verse]
Monday morning, here I sit,
In my cubicle, where I don't fit.
Tapping keys and sipping Joe,
Outside the window, I wish I could go.
Charts and graphs, they make me snore,
I'd rather be at the lake's shore.
Bobbing boats, not nodding heads,
Wanting waves, not boardroom dreads.
[Chorus]
Wishing I was fishing, away from these spreadsheets,
Dreaming of rivers, not these office suites.
Throwing lines instead of catching calls,
Wishing I was fishing, outside these walls.
[Verse]
Cubicles stretching, a dull endless sea,
But in my mind, it's the fish and me.
PowerPoints blurring with the river's flow,
I'd swap my mouse for a fishing pole, oh!
Lunch break dreams by the photocopier,
Of giant catches, not paper jams proper.
Ink stains on hands, but I’d rather sand,
Between my toes, rod in my hand.
[Chorus]
Wishing I was fishing, away from these spreadsheets,
Dreaming of rivers, not these office suites.
Throwing lines instead of catching calls,
Wishing I was fishing, outside these walls.
[Spoken Word]
Imagine the sunshine, the breeze so fine,
Not the glare of screens, but the sparkle divine.
A fisherman’s tale, not another email,
In the great outdoors, where I cannot fail.
[Ukulele Solo]
[Chorus]
Wishing I was fishing, away from these spreadsheets,
Dreaming of rivers, not these office suites.
Throwing lines instead of catching calls,
Wishing I was fishing, outside these walls.
Wishing I was fishing, away from these spreadsheets,
Dreaming of rivers, not these office suites.
Throwing lines instead of catching calls,
Wishing I was fishing, outside these walls.
[Outro]
As the clock winds down, I'm counting the hours,
Soon I'll be trading screens for water and flowers.
Daydreaming of that peaceful fishin' mission,
Where I cast my line with perfect precision.
