Tim Reynolds - Dancing Nancies lyrics

...when i was a boy...yeaahhh used to think I'm gonna be a spaceman when i was a boy used to think i'm gonna be fireman when i was a boy used to think i'm gonna be a farmer when i was a boy used to think i might be anything that i want when i was a boy, when i was a boy everyone was so tall when i was a boy and fathers would live forever when i was a boy when i was a boy when i was a kid when i was a kid when i was...well could i have been, a parking lot attendant, could i have been, a millionaire in Bel Air could I have been lost somewhere in New York City could i have been your little brother could i have been anyone other than me could i have been ohh anyone other than me could I have been anyone other than me could i have been...anyone He stands, touch his hair shoes untied Tongue gaping stare Could I have been a magnet for money? Could I have been anyone other than me? Twenty three and so tired of life Such a shame to throw it all away The images grow darker still Could I have been anyone other than me? And then I I look up at the sky My mouth is open wide, lick and taste What's the use of worrying, what's the use of hurrying Turn, turn we almost become dizzy I am who I am who I am well who am I Requesting some enlightenment Could I have been anyone other than me? And then I'll sing and dance I'll play for you tonight the thrill of it all And thrill of it all Dark clouds may hang on me sometimes But I'll work it out then I I look up at the sky Oh my mouth is open wide, lick and taste What's the use of worrying, what's the use of hurrying Turn, turn we almost become dizzy become dizzy, almost become dizzy Falling out of a world of lies Or could I have been a dancing Nancy, oooohh...yea A dancing Nancy, yeah or I, I I could I have been anyone, Could I have been anyone other than me, And then I'll sing and dance I'll play for you tonight The thrill of it all Dark clouds may hang on me sometimes But I work it out Sing and dance I'll play for you tonight The thrill of it all Dark clouds may hang on me sometimes But I work it out I look up at the sky Oh my mouth is open wide, lick and taste What's the use of worrying, what's the use of hurrying Turn, turn we almost become dizzy Almost become dizzy 6:44 [Dave/Tim jam] 8:30 Dave: Thank you very much! Tim Reynolds. Thank you everybody! Thank you