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 [bad word] 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