Ambition -

Many of my friends

Live in constant motion

They decide where to hide

To keep themselves alive

And stop depression

Many of my friends

Flit from person to person

But from the cradle to the grave

All I really want is a little dedication

You’ve got problems

But you don’t want to talk

You’ve got problems

Everything changes

Everything’s the same

I heard you got a promotion

And you’re singing again

You’re still the same little boy that I knew back then

But you drive a car and have facial hair

When will I see you again

Will I ever see you again, will I ever will I ever

You’ve got problems

But you don’t want to talk

You’ve got problems

Got a huge house

Though your bedroom’s more of a cupboard

Visitors will come

So keep your diaries and poetry under covers

Flavour of the day

Is not to talk about ambition

It’s a novel it’s a fiction

It’s a story that was written

It’s the truth

You’ve got problems

But you don’t want to talk

You’ve got problems