Every Little Thing She Does.

Freshman year,
Mom asks "What do you want to do
when
you get out of here?"
I said, "Well, gee, I'm only
13,
but I think I'd like to play my guitar...
be
a star."
"Well," she said, "that's not it,
you
got time to go.
Good sense will kick in anytime, you
know.
I'm not worried, I'm not worried."

Sophomore year,
she asked the same old thing,
my
answer had remained unchanged.
I saw her fidget with her
thumbs.
She said, "You like computers, John,
you like
computers, don't you?
Yeah, I always see you with
computers...
you like computers
maybe you could do
something with computers.
Yeah, wouldn't that be
nice?"

Junior year,
It's a little more
intense,
She says, "What do you want to do with your
life?"
I'm not on the fence, I know exactly what I aim
to be,
and I'm only 17.
She said, "Well, all I
ask, is that you pay attention in class,
so if you happen
to change your mind in time,
you can still go somewhere
reputable...
do us proud."
So I went downstairs,
and I played guitar loud.

Yeah, senior year,
Same old question,
She said, "What do you want to do?"
I said, "Play my guitar and sing."
She said,
"There's no such thing."

- Every Little Thing She Does by John Mayer