Waking Up

I spent the summers of my youth lost, Pal of Scout and Anne and Alice. Reading, dreaming, Of who I would like to be. There in my adolescent repose, I'd circumnavigate the cosmos -- Earhart, Picard. But these days I just can't find myself In the person I used to know. Maybe I'm waking up. I wasn't born to be wild. Learn as I get a little older, Not much adventure for the worked-out. Week out, week in, Starving my dreams to death. While all the screens push amusements, I can't afford to see the dentist. And I've been grinding. These days I just can't find myself In the person I used to know. Maybe I'm waking up. I wasn't born to be wild. Me and Mary go to work, we come home. Me and Mary get by. Me and Mary, we don't long for nothing. We don't mind, we don't mind. Me and Mary go to work, we come home. Me and Mary get high. Me and Mary modify horizons. We don't mind, we don't mind. I spent the summers of my youth lost, Pal of Scout and Anne and Alice. Reading, dreaming. But these days I just can't find myself In the person I used to know. Maybe I'm waking up.