Photosynthesis

Well, I guess I should confess
That I am starting to get old
All the latest music fads
All passed me by and left me cold

All the kids are talking slang
I won't pretend to understand
All my friends are getting married
Mortgages and pension plans

And it's obvious my angry
Adolescent days are done
And I'm happy and I'm settled
In the person I've become

But that doesn't mean I'm settled up
And sitting out the game
Time may change a lot
But some things they stay the same

Maturity's a wrapped up
Package deal or so it seems
Ditching teenage fantasy means
Ditching all your dreams

All your friends and peers
And family solemnly tell you
You will have to grow up
Be an adult, be bored and unfulfilled

But no one's yet explained to me
Exactly what's so great about slaving
50 years away on something that you hate about
Meekly shuffling down the path of mediocrity
Well, if that's your road then take it
But it's not the road for me

And if all you ever do with your life
Is photosynthesize, then you'll deserve
Every hour of your sleepless nights
That you waste wondering when you're going to die

Now I'll play and you sing
The perfect way for the evening to begin
I won't sit down and I won't shut up
And most of all I will not grow up