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's gonna 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

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 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 been spending all your time
Searching for a sign
That's never going to 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