Tomorrow's calling; can you hear it?
Or are you still hearing echoes of yesterday?
You thought your future was bought and delivered,
But there's always another bill to pay.
Foolish young man, out on my own
The cold world's so hard to understand
Can't rely on anyone else
Can't trust the things they sell me.
Mother, you told me my dreams were foolish
I sincerely believe I hated you at the time
I know looking back that you didn't mean to hurt me
I forgive you your failings, can you forgive mine?
Foolish young man, living alone,
Trying to find out just who I am
Afraid to ask anyone else
For fear that they might tell me . . .