Lyrics
There's never enough time for all the nothing I want to do I want to write, I want to paint, I want to compose Idle away in frivolous pursuits Just chasing whims But I've got a job to do, and laundry And no matter how many times I clean it The kitchen is always dirty Somewhere along the line I made the wrong choice I was meant to be idly rich Not toiling and poor Somewhere along the line I made the wrong choice I was meant to be idly rich Not toiling and poor They say do what you love But what you love doesn't pay the rent So you do what pays And love becomes a Sunday hobby A retirement plan that never comes Somewhere along the line I made the wrong choice I was meant to be idly rich Not toiling and poor Somewhere along the line I made the wrong choice I was meant to be idly rich Not toiling and poor Watercolors drying in the afternoon sun... Writing terrible poetry that no one will read... Learning to play the cello badly... Spending entire Tuesdays in cafes watching people... Collecting vintage postcards from places I'll never visit... Oh... To have that... freedom... Somewhere along the line I made the wrong choice I was meant to be idly rich Not toiling and poor Somewhere along the line I made the wrong choice I was meant to be idly rich Not toiling and poor Idly rich... [END]