Growing up, we just wanted to be like somebody
That perfect person, on TV
Looking where I Lived, I didn’t want to be.
Father never home, mother always , in the field,
couldn’t tell what’s truth and what’s not real,
From the man on the news
Here I am, 30 years down the road, still want to be that somebody , on TV. Father’s gone and mother’s still , in the field. The man from the news, still couldn’t tell , what’s truth and what’s not real.
Looking back, our mind , was always on the bigger life, yet
It’s the, littlest things, that I miss the most,
Father built this little home, mother making sure we’ve got enough to eat
It’s the, littlest things, that completes my world, three little ones of my own, made a promised to the woman of my life.
That somebody I see on TV, wish they could have been me.
Time will flow, whether we want it stop. So take this time to appreciate, don’t complicate about the truth. You are famous, with these littlest, luxurious, they call me by name.
For the next 30 years, looking back at my fame
It’s the, littlest things, that I miss the most,
I built this little home, My love, she making sure we’ve got enough to eat
It’s the, littlest things, that completes my world, three little ones of my own, made a promised to the person of their life.
That somebody I see on TV, still wish, they could have been me.