Trading Places

Trading Places


I once knew a boy

Whod seen more of the world

At ten than I had at twenty,

And I wanted his life plenty

So many places I want to see

And if this life is all I've got,
I'm gonna be one sore loser

Cause I wished that it were me.

But it just doesn't work like that.

I once knew a woman
I listened to her stories

Of Peace Corp glories -

Saw a man felled by killer bees

Backpacked through Europe

And in the North Alaskan sea

She rode upon a ship

Cleaned fish for the trip and

I wished that it were me.

But it just doesn't work like that.

My life is not simple

And in truth, its not common.

The things I have seen

Don't make for polite conversation.

But adventures in my head don't die

All those years to reach and I tried,

But could never grab the ring

Now I make my keyboard sing

To the tune that I hum in my head -

I try not to dread, but

Thats just how I feel.

I wish that it was real -

And could split myself in two

Do what you do

And not lose what I have

But it just doesn't work like that.