Mysteries You Can't Even Hide

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