Natural Boy

Snow falls at 33 degrees and the cars start to go real slow

I went down into the street and I slipped on the bottom stair

Your apartment and your coat, both fit you very well

Not enough room to lose your mind but enough to lose yourself

I find

Every time

That what you want

You better get it yourself

It's high time

Don't waste my time

That's not the way it goes

And it's the hardest way

To feel this way

And everybody's getting in my way

I was raised, I did not climb

But at the time I was happy

Please let's not go to the roof, there's only trouble up there

She always minimized the things for which I care

I find

Every time

That what you want

You better get it yourself

It's high time

Don't waste my time

That's not the way it goes

And it's the hardest way

To feel this way

And everybody's getting in my way

I was raised, I did not climb

But at the time I was happy

It's the natural way

To feel that way

And everybody's getting in my way

I was raised, I did not climb

But at the time I was happy

Snow falls at 33 degrees and everyone slows down

Don't let it get you down: it's natural