And the sight of the sun, rising, seems to
Invalidate the words of the man so much
wiser than myself
Tells me how to work my life away, so that
I may someday
Die, knowing that I compromised
My intentions, and let my dreams turn to
dust and fade away
leaving nothing, just so I can say
I ve been a good boy mamma, played the
part that I was assigned
Never questioned anything, never stepped
out of line
But it s been eighteen years now
Of having my intentions drilled in the
ground
It s been too many years now
Of having my dreams beaten down
I remember all the crazy dreams we had
when we were younger
All ending finalized, by the prospect of
working 9 to 5
And we believed it then, and we believe it
now, but now I m so much stronger
And I just can t see how we can sell
ourselves short any longer
It don t mean much, much to me
I m content, Human Being