I was the boy
With the golden touch;
Day after day I never
Thought too much.
But oh life will insist
On fucking up my
Youth and my happiness.

In my dreams
School is done
And I'm running barefoot
In the summer sun.
I hope I sleep tonight;
I hope I can relax
Without a fight.

I went to school and
I wasted my time.
I got a job and
I wasted my time.
Guess I should have a kid,
To make up for
All the stupid stuff I did.

I was the kid
Who would lie in bed:
Watch the sun catch
The dust all
Around my head.
I hear my mother call;
I hear my father call.
I guess I have to
Get up after all.

Mike Enright, 1980