March 25, 2001

Michael’s not the kind of man some of us want to meet

Solving all your problems on some muddy street

Helping depressed children on the Internet

But somehow he can’t seem to forget

The happier days, in so many ways

When he was a child, and he could be wild

You must trust in the lord, your god, he quotes

Though he himself can barely stay afloat

There’s a secret inside of his mind

But I don’t think it’s one I’d like to find

Maybe it’s

The happier days, in so many ways

When he was a child, and he could be wild

He looks around at all the people here

And tries to tell me that there’s nothing to fear

The silence breaks by a baby’s mournful cry

And he thinks more by and by

About

The happier days, in so many ways

When he was a child, and he could be wild

He’s got cable but only watches I.N.S.P.

He’s got a radio but only hears the church lady

His little rugrats are always at his feet

A constant reminder of obstacles he had to meet

In

The happier days, in so many ways

When he was a child, and he could be wild

Now he doesn’t know what to do with his life

Dazed and confused by his children and his wife

When sad stories don’t have a happy end

It’s time you consider living them again

And

The happier days, in so many ways

When you were a child, and you can be wild

The happier days, in so many ways

When you were a child, and you can be wild