When I grow up I want to be a forester Run through the moss on high heels That′s what I′ll do Throwing out a boomerang Waiting for it to come back to me
When I grow up I want to live near the sea Crab claws and bottles of rum That′s what I′ll have Staring at a seashell Waiting for it to embrace me
I put my soul into what I do Last night I drew a funny man With dog eyes and a hanging tongue It goes way back I′ve never liked that sad look From someone who wants to be loved by you
I′m very good with plants When my friends are away They let me keep the soil moist On the seventh day I rest For a minute or two Then back on my feet to call for you
You′ve got cucumbers on your eyes Too much time spent on nothing Waiting for a moment to arise The face in the ceiling And arms too long I′m waiting for him to catch me
I′ve got a friend who I′ve known since I was seven We use to talk on the phone, if we have time, if it′s the right time
Accompany me by the kitchen sink We talk about love, we talk about dishwasher tablets, illness And we dream about heaven
I know it, I think I know it from a hymn They′ve said so, it doesn′t need more explanation A box to open up with light and sound Making you cold Very cold
I leave home at seven Under a heavy sky, I ride my bike up, I ride my bike down
November smoke and your toes go numb A new colour on the Globe It goes from white to red, a little voice in my head says oh, oh, oh
I know it, I think I know it from a hymn They′ve said so, it doesn′t need more explanation A box to open up with light and sound And if you don′t You′re on your own