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