I am living the dream, of a music man
I've got my hand me downs, and my tin cans
My mumma told me some day son, you'll make your name
But until that day comes, as bunched up letters it stays
Oh am I a fool
For living this way?
I'm hanging on to the fine line of hope
And the thread's letting loose
I'm drowning my words
In the sea where I swim
I'm not treading water
but I'm sinking within
I am living the dream, of a music man
I've got my hand me downs, and my tin cans
My mumma told me some day son, you'll make your name
But until that day comes, as bunched up letters it stays
So please Mumma tell me
How long will I need
Before I'm sitting back down
Thinking about how, all the things could have been?
I am living the dream, of a music man
I've got my hand me downs, and my tin cans
My mumma told me some day son, you'll make your name
But until that day comes, as bunched up letters it stays
I am living the dream, of a music man
I've got my hand me downs, and my tin cans
My mumma told me some day son, you'll make your name
But until that day comes, as bunched up letters it stays