When I am just a bit older
What will I do
Everything I try
Never falls through
So will i be starving
On the streets of berkeley
Will I be freezing
In new York
On christmas
What will I do
When my words run out
And theres no more paper
For me to use
What will I do
Am I another vagabond
Bound for hard labor
Could I ever tame the tides
To work in my favor
I fear
That my want
Is crumbling
To dust
And I fear
That my envy
Is consuming
My fragile mind
What will I do
What will I do
When my lines dont sell
And my heart has fell
What will I do
What can I do