Mom I'm Living the Life

Packed up my clothes my acoustic guitar

In the trunk of the Ford Galaxy

My father came out checked the oil and the air and said

Son you can always come home

My mother made a

Joke about being far away

Like i was soldier

Away at the war

Acted like I didn't notice

When she brushed away a small tear

Said son you'll be fine

Found the worlds tiniest beach bungalow

In the San Lorenzo tidal flats

The sea here is always so cold and so grey

The sun it doth rarely shines

I'll study hard

Get a good job

Come and meet my girl

She might make a good wife

Or daughter in law

I'll study hard

Get a good job

A technology company

Out somewhere near Moffet Field

When I went to go do my first job interview

Knew my suit it was cheap and out of style

And The man looked at me like I was

Trailer trash and I considered proving him right

The sea here is always so cold and so grey

And The sun it doth rarely shines

Found a job working down

Watsonville way on a farm

Packing produce in trucks

I met the boss

He was a geek

We got along

Soon he had me writing

DBase routines for the farm

I had a band

It was joke

Then it was not

We got some real gigs

In San Francisco

Went next door to

Old the grocery store

Bought some refried bean

And fresh tortillas

Heated them up on the

Flame of the stove

Whispered mom I'm living the life