Astronauts and tambourines

When I was just barely 3 

You told me you had great hopes for me

I would be an astronaut, a physicist, or explore the sea

 

When I was somewhere around 6

You said I should be a scientist

To find the answers, to make a list

Of the reasons why we all exist

 

I remember when I was 10

I wanted to be an archaeologist then

So you brought me your old history books

You said: “ They’re not as boring as they look”

 

But they were

I tried to read them, but they weren’t good at all

I’m sorry if I let you down,

I let the whole thing fall       (that is a lie. I LOVE history)

 

I think when I was about 12 

I said I hated math and science as well

You said: “With out both you’d probably be dead

My dear, what’s gotten into your head”

 

I don’t know,

Thanks for the advice

Or lectures, to be precise

I’m sorry if I let you down,

But letting down’s the price

 

Now that I’m around 16

You tell me (that) I should follow my dreams

But I don’t image you being to keen

With me travelling the world

Playing tambourine…