If I ever get around to living
I'm gonna put my things away
In the drawers and in the closets
And there I'll stayyyy,
stayyyyyy
If I ever get around to living
It's gonna be just like I dreamed
I'm gonna take the love I'm given
And set it freeeeeeeeee
freeeeeeee
If I ever get around to living
I'll take teh end of every day
Tie it up to every morning
and sail awayyyyyyy
awayyyyyyyy
Maybe it's all a dream I'm having at seventeen
I don't have tattoos
And very soon, mother will be calling me
Saying " Come up stairs, you've got some work to do"
When are you gonna wise up, boy?
When are you gonna wise up, boy?
When are you gonna wise up, boy?
When are you gonna wise up, boy?
You're hiding in your mind
working all the time
trying to make it better than you got it
And you've been spending all your time
searching for a sign
That's never going to look the way you wanted
I think you better wise up, boy
I think you better wise up, boy
I think you better wise up, boy
I think you better wise up, boy