As a child I’m sure I thought,
Of all the things that I’d be taught.
How I’d grow up and live my life,
And one day maybe take a wife.

The futures bright, the futures gold,
Won't it be grand once I’ve grown old.

And as I grew I stayed the course,
Life would be great, I’d have no remorse.
Then I grew up quick and I grew up hard,
There are thing in life that you must discard.

The futures bright, the futures gold,
Won't it be grand once I’ve grown old.

But now I’m here apparently,
Though I feel the same, am I still me?
I’ve walked a path, a child’s hopes and dreams,
Now at journeys end or so it seems.

The futures bright, the futures gold,
Won't it be grand once I’ve grown old.

And all about me I can here the cry,
Get of your arse, you’re so work-shy.
So what of me, what am I to do,
Live my life, or live just like you?

The futures bright, the futures gold,
Won't it be grand once I’ve grown old.

I sit and think, my minds ablaze,
What of my life, it’s all a haze.
And then as I sit here all tired and weary,
A thought arises that’s not so cheery.

Is the future bright?  Is the future gold?
Perhaps it’s not so grand now I’ve grown old.