Susan Cowsill
Real Life


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?

Chorus
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

Chorus

Wanna leave
And I don’t wanna leave
I’ve got much too much time on my hands