Real Life

In the cab, a hatchback, deux chevaux
Playing billiards down at the bungalow
She said Kelly’s pool party was a no, no, no
I was wishing I could push fast forward, the seconds were passing by
Talking to the fortune teller, dialing a psychic line
Oh, I was floating like a feather in the wind
And left me waiting for my real life to begin
For my real life to begin
For my real life to begin
For my real life to begin
Real life, real life
Real life
For my real life to begin
Real life, real life
Real life
For my real life to begin
The board was beat down, busted up
Drinking orange Jarrito from a paper cup
She said, «I like you but I never fell in love»
Oh, I was floating like a feather in the wind
And another road would come winding to an end
And the magic eight ball read, «Hazy, try again»
And left me waiting for my real life to begin
For my real life to begin
For my real life to begin
For my real life to begin
Real life, real life
Real life
For my real life to begin
Real life, real life
Real life
For my real life to begin
Real life, real life
Real life
Wishing I could push fast forward strike like a lightning bolt
I would say a prayer when I went to bed, wake up in a cloud of smoke
Real life, real life
Real life
Real life, real life
Real life
For my real life to begin
Real life, real life
Real life
For my real life to begin
Real life, real life
Real life
For my real life to begin
Wishing I could push fast forward strike like a lightning bolt
I would say a prayer when I went to bed, wake up in a cloud of smoke
For my real life to begin
Wishing I could push fast forward strike like a lightning bolt
For my real life to begin
I would say a prayer when I went to bed, wake up in a cloud of smoke
For my real life to begin