Thought I'd make a plan, become a man And we can dance to the beat of your kickin' belly But dammit I'm so scared, by my failed dreams nobody? cares What if I'm the broken tyrant of the famling When I see you sittin' crying, I know the reason why You got moisturies you can't even hide\ In these lighter days, ambition in the way What do we really profit by delayin' I said you shall have your cottage and your garden by the sea and a craddle rock in merrily Was heard in your voice and I know I have no choice I will give you a child I will give I will give I will give you a child Hard times but there's more alone Hard times more alone Hard times but there's more alone Said the young family walking slowly through it all I will give you a child You've got mysteries you can't even hide