When I Grow Up
At6 years old I was running wild
Totin’my six-guns cowboy style,
Bustin’wild broncos, riding the range all day.
Goin’after bad guys,
Huntin’them down.
Meand my posse cleaning up this town.
WhenI grow up it’s gonna always be this way.
Nothingcomes short of living out a dream,
Believingin the future and what it can bring,
Hopingfor some wisdom and a little luck.
Ican have it all when I grow up.
At18 I was sure I knew it all,
Ridingso high that I could never fall.
Noone could tell me what I could or couldn’t do.
Lookingback I see that I was just a kid.
Ican’t believe half the stupid things I did,
ButI still believed
Andsomehow made it through.
Nothingcomes short of living out a dream,
Believingin the future and what it can bring,
Hopingfor some wisdom and a little luck.
Ican have it all when I grow up.
Nowthat I’m older and my life’s on track
Ican see the kid who always had my back
Hidingin the shadows, trying hard to keep up,
Waitingand wondering just what happened to
Thekind of trust and wanderlust that he once knew.
DidI lose it all when I grew up?
Nothingcomes short of living out a dream,
Believingin the future and what it can bring,
Hopingfor some wisdom and a little luck.
Ican have it all when I grow up.
