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 stay, 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, 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, away

Free, free

Maybe it's all a dream, I'm nappin' at 17
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?

You are hiding in your mind, working all the time
Trying to make it better than you got it
And you been spending all your time, searching for a sign
That's never gonna look the way you want it.

Think you better wise up, boy.
I think you better wise up, boy.