If I could kill, kill kill, the daydream
Then it would leave, leave me alone
Then I could get, get down to the business of
Being fully grown
If I could crush, crush, crush my hopes and dreams
Then they'd stop bugging me
Then I'd know that
I am where I'm meant to be
If I could love, love, love my wife right
Then she could love me back
And we could get, get, get right down to
Giving what we lack
If could tell, tell, tell her my hopes and fears
Then she would understand
That it ain't easy
Trying to be a full grown man
If I could share, share, share the Gospel
With every listening ear
Then maybe my sweet Lord would come
And take me away from here
If I could live, live, live the Gospel
Instead of trying to make a speech
I wouldn't need to say
What anyone could see
Lord it ain't easy trying to
Be a full grown man
You have to work and hurt and be tired
While you're trying to make a plan
To live easy and be set free from the burdens of your life
By the time I'm a full grown man
I'm afraid I'll die