don’t want to be an actor, pretending on the stage don’t want to be a writer with my thought out on the page don’t want to be a painter ’cause everyone comes to look don’t want to be anything where my life’s an open book
don’t want to be a farmer, working in the sun don’t want to be an outlaw, always on the run don’t want to be a climber, reaching for the top don’t want to be anything where I don’t know when to stop
a dream it’s true but I’d see it through if I could be wasting my time with you
so if I’m inside your head don’t believe what you might have read you’ll see what I might have said to hear it come waste your time with me