The Charmed Existence of Fred Rose

You're 42 I'm 35 You have a townhouse in the city and a cottage in the hills No, it's a cottage by the sea You're an accountant Wrong You're in insurance No cigar You're unemployed I lecture medicine at Havard university Oh isn't that a turn-up for the books You have a wife Her name is Mabel I think not Two kids at home Three kids But Freddy I assure the third one's yours And in your house Every room is just alike From the chandelier, the ceilings to the polished hardwood floors And oh to live the charmed existence of Fred Rose Another day begins and he thanks his lucky stars that he's Fred Rose And yet you're here You're traipsing round the middle east and getting robbed on trains I had to take some time away to find myself Aha, a Midlife crisis? A sabbatical! I just got tired of all the same routines and couldn't bare to stay I needed some adventure in my life You finish college You get a job, you settle down, you watch the days turn into years And in a flash you're 42 No 35! But still you wonder what it's like to not have every aspect of your world mapped out in front of you So sad to see the constant struggle of Fred Rose Another day begins but no one spares a thought for poor Fred Rose Mr. Rose was a lecturer by trade, made his money fast but was feeling low And so he waved goodbye to his job, his kids and his wife Ms. Londonderry was a curious case that he was trying to figure out She always had so much to say but didn't share a thing about her life Intriguing! I think you're hiding You talk a million miles a minute To distract you from your thoughts To keep your moments occupied To fill the silence I think that there's a part of you that you don't want the world to see So it stays tightly locked inside