Real Life

Real Life - Susan Cowsill

Much too much time on my hands

Not enough time in the day just to be who I am

Maybe I'll walk on the wire

Maybe I'll swallow some fire today

Or walk in the snow with no shoes on you know

On the coldest of cold winters' days

Cause sometimes real life can be

Much too much grown up for me

And sometimes real life can be

A beautiful place that you never ever wanna leave

I think I'll study the rain

See if it's true what they say about Spain

And the rain on the plain

And just what kind of plain do they mean

Cause sometimes real life can be

Much too much grown up for me

And sometimes real life can be

A beautiful place that you never ever wanna leave

Wanna leave I am over my head

I'm under the gun and when all is done and said

I just wanna have fun I just wanna have fun

Doesn't everyone I just wanna have fun

I hear him jingling his keys

The captain is telling me

It's time to go it's the end of the show

I can come back whenever I please

Cause sometimes real life can be

Much too much grown up for me

And sometimes real life can be

A beautiful place that you never ever wanna leave

Wanna leave and I don't wanna leave

I've got much too much time on my hands