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| The man, he dreams of such a life With children, two boys, and a sweet wife, But he always kids himself, Puts that idea on the top shelf, And instead chooses the more easy way out, Walking the streets, as people stop, stare and shout, He can't do anything at all, He feels minute, small, Instead he just walks away, Nothing at all to say, He just thinks up what he thought last night, Oh what a wonderful sight, But is it a sight? It is more of a sound, The man just sits on the ground, And he sings to himself, Thinks to himself, Dreams of such a life, With children, two boys, and a sweet wife, He sings, with the most beautiful voice, "What if you had it all? Would you be proud, standing tall? Oh such a wonderful time, It was there, you saw the sign, Of a life of fame, Now everyone knows your name." The man, he gets up, and proceeds to his normal life, Alone, without his two boys, and a sweet wife. |