If I ever get around to living I’m gonna put my things away Into drawers and into closets And there I’ll stay
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 free
If I ever get around to living I’ll take the end of every day Tie it up to every morning And sail away
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 upstairs, you got some work to do”
When you gonna wise up, boy When you gonna wise up, boy When you gonna wise up, boy When you gonna wise up, boy
You are hiding in your mind Working all the time Trying to make it better than you got it And you are spending all your time Searching for sing That’s never gonna look the way you want it
When you gonna wise up boy When you gonna wise up boy When you gonna wise up boy When you gonna wise up boy