Thought I'd make a plan
To become a man
And we could dance to the beat of your kicking belly
But damn it, I'm so scared
of my frail dreams and money cares
And what if I'm the broken tyrant of the family
But I see you sit and cry and know the reason why
You've got mysteries you can't even hide
In these latter days, ambition in the way
What do we really profit by delay
So you shall have your garden and cottage by the sea
The cradle rocking merrily
I hear it in your voice
I know I have no choice
I will give you a child
Hard times but there's more love
See the young family walking slowly through it all
I will give you a child
You've got mysteries you can't even hide