Bein’ a Kid
A few days ago, I learned how to fly,
Just lay on my back, watch the clouds rollin’ by,
A regular hero, and king of the sky,
But dreamin’ comes easy to a kid in July.

So yesterday mornin’ I flew past the moon,
Been plannin’ a trip since the middle of June,
And I saved so many worlds, I can hardly recall,
But made it back home, before they missed me at all.

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I live in a world I choose to create,
Like mommy and daddy when they need to escape,
Her with the bottle, and him stayin’ out late.
Just tryin’ to forget a life they’ve both grown to hate.

Today is the same as most days I know,
Mom’s sick again and she’s talking so slow,
So I tell her I love her, cause she wanted to know,
I tell her I love her, and she tells me to go.

But there’s rustlers to round up out here on the range,
Dragons to slay, and rules to change,
There’s cities to conquer and places to see,
Where being a kid ain’t a bad thing to be.
So I live in a world I choose to create,
Like mommy and daddy when they need to escape,
Her with the bottle, and him stayin’ out late.
Just tryin’ to forget a life they’ve both grown to hate.

I have this same dream almost every night,
At least if I’m sleeping before they can fight.

I dream of a world where daddies come home,
So mommies don’t cry in the dark all alone,
And the kids are as happy as the kids on TV,
And being a kid ain’t a bad thing to be.

But I live in this world I choose to create,
Like mommy and daddy when they need to escape,
Her with the bottle, and him stayin’ out late.
Just tryin’ to forget a life they’ve both grown to hate.

But there’s rustlers to round up out here on the range,
And dragons to slay, and rules that change,
There’s cities to conquer and places to see,
Where bein’ a kid ain’t a bad thing to be,
Where bein’ a kid ain’t a bad thing to be,
Where bein’ a kid ain’t a bad thing to be.
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Bob McPherson©2018