Thomas Fletcher (fletch31526) wrote,
Thomas Fletcher
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WNL XXVI: "I still like sleeping late and I'd rather play than work"

I'm less than six days away from a written test that I'm nowhere near prepared for. Although I've had a month or so to study the pages of text that will be used to create the test, I've always found something else to do. So, I'm going to go into this experience relying heavily on what I've learned on the job and as much common sense as I can muster. I tell you this because growing up, I wouldn't have expected this behavior from the 30-year-old version of me. As a young boy, I'm almost sure that I would have imagined me grown-up by now. Now, I'm not sure it'll ever happen. Although the stress it causes takes it's toll, I'm not sure I want to, either.
Here I am not young or old but somewhere in the middle
How could I live so much life and know so little
Somewhere deep inside of me there's secrets hid
Confused and dislocated, I'm a grown-up kid

But I still like sleeping late and I'd rather play than work
I still rush through my food until my stomach hurts
I don't have much figured out, but I understand
That I'm a little boy in the body of a man

Used to be so lonely that I could not sleep
Breaking all the promises I would not keep
Trying to find comfort from my restless plight
I called strangers friends and had some empty nights

But I still like sleeping late and I'd rather play than work
Still rush through my food until my stomach hurts
And I don't have much figured out, but I understand
That I'm a little boy in the body of a man

Then one day good fortunate smiled to my surprise
I heard a sound that I could barely recognize
The sound I heard was laughter of my very own
And the woman sitting across from me had brought it on

Ever since that day, I've kept her by my side
We fell in love and she agreed to be my bride
But real love isn't like the fairy tales we're told
With a little luck and patience, it might not grow old

And I still like sleeping late and I'd rather play than work
Still rush through my food until my stomach hurts
I don't have much figured out, but I understand
That I'm a little boy in the body of a man

I'm a little boy in the body of a man

-Little Boy
Paul Sanchez


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