The way is smooth

 The way to live the day is smooth
Lie flat on carpark tarmac
Lick the air tan the tongue
On this singing winter sun

The way to live is suave God how and oh!
Its treking the roads kneading the dough
Readying it for a good pounding
Baking a dozen or rounding

The way to do it is aroma
Long hours of sniffing the freshness
Ecstacy in soft voices patient ears
Oh and no queues, no fears

This is the way to live and prosper
even if I am just a commoner
I Make of it null, I'll still want to jump and sing
It's the only place I've ever felt like a king