"going Places...."

Recognized, for a small collection Drawn over time....Notified....Certified I wonder if they'll give me A bronze statue for that Or perhaps a plaque, and A pat on the back? High fives all around "Your going places boy Try to keep your feet Upon the ground.... No party complete you know If your not in town" So they tell me And, so I hear.... I wonder, if they'll give me Some chips with my beer? Looking at their faces All their gowns, and all their ties Caviar and cocktails And a few, low fives.... I wonder, if they'll give me A star made of gold Twenty-four karat, so It doesn't rust, when I grow old? "Your going places boy Try to keep your head Beneath the clouds.... Here....There....There come the crowds" Pretty faces....Warm embraces "Heres my number....'Call me' When their not around!" So, this is it....This Is where it all begins? "Your going places boy How does it feel, now That your in!?" Now.... I wonder, if I want it Their accolades....And all their tin Pondering....Maybe I'll pass, this time The glory....Without the sin? "Your going places boy All you gotta do....Is smile....And.... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ....Pretend!?"