If I ever get around to living,

I'm gonna put my things away

In the drawers and in the closets

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 having at seventeen

I don't have tattoos

And very soon, mother will be calling me

Saying, "come upstairs, you've 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've been spending all your time searching for a sign

That's never gonna look the way you want it

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

I think you better wise up, boy