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'll 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 up stairs,

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

You 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