When I Grow Up (Live At Proxy)

When I grow up

I want to be a forester

Run through the moss on high heels

That's what I'll do

Throwing out a boomerang

Waiting for it to come back to me

When I grow up

I want to live near the sea

Crab claws and bottles of rum

That's what I'll have

Staring at a seashell

Waiting for it to embrace me

I put my soul into what I do

Last night I drew a funny man

With dog eyes and a hanging tongue

It goes way back

I never like that sad look

From someone who wants to be loved by you

I'm very good with plants

When my friends are away

They let me keep the soil moist

On the seventh day I rest

For a minute or two

Then back on my feet and call for you

You've got cucumbers on your eyes

Too much time spent on nothing

Waiting for a moment to arise

The face in the ceiling

And arms too long

I'm waiting for him to catch me

Waiting for you to embrace me, oh-oh