I really wasn't at my work today,but in a galaxy far, far, away.
I was with my son as he sat in school,
knowing he was daydreaming of Hyrule.
I was reliving a sweet, soft, sweet kiss,
a kiss that my lips do already miss.
I was singing at a Tom Petty show,
singing loud all about what you don't know.
I was debating whether war or peace,
as around me Congressmen took their seat.
I was riding along with gunslingers,
to kill King's king because evil lingers.
I was at home devising poetry,
that shamelessly ripped off Walter Mitty.
Still, I was able to do my job just fine,
and still able to claim my soul as mine.