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 mama ,played the part that i was assigned
never question anything, never stepped out of line
but it`s been eighteen years now
of having my intentions dirlled 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 im
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