Bunched up Letters

I am living the dream, Of a music man, I've got my hand me downs, And my tin cans. Mumma told me some day son, You'll make your name, 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, 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 might have been? I am living the dream, Of a music man, I've got my hand me downs, And my tin cans, 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, And I can't look back I've had my brings my downs But I'm past that It's a taken so long but Mamma told me so that Your time will come for ya babe It's coming for ya Living the dream Of a music man Rid me of these hand me downs I'm way past that Mamma told me some day son When will that day come And I don't need to say to you Mamma oh mamma! I am living the dream, Of a music man, I've got my hand me downs, And my tin cans, 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, Mumma told me some day son, You'll make your name, But until that day comes, As bunched up letters it stays...