Someone Else

saw an old friend just this evening

we go back a real long way

conversation kept returning

to the same old things we always say

getting tired of myself

wanna be someone else

and he asked me an opinion

and i couldn't say for sure

had a head full of ideas

don't care what i think no more

getting tired of myself

wanna be someone else

if only children knew

the lives their dreams eventually resolve to

i wonder what they'd do

saw another perfect stranger

would have once meant everything

didn't even raise an eyebrow

it's just the way it's always been

getting tired of myself

wanna be someone else