Bunched Up Letters

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