Whatcha gonna do with your life? Whatcha gonna do with yourself?

When ya gonna make up your mind? When ya gonna think for yourself?

If your gonna wish on a star. Make sure that you leave ‘em your name.

If that star don’t send no regards. Then it means you don’t believe.

And if I find myself waiting in a field for you, and you don’t come through.

What do you think I should do? Wait? I’ve got better things to do.

There’s a whole big world waiting for me, it’s all written down in my diary.

But you’ll never know ‘cause your not here, and that’s okay.

I’ll wait, witness. Wait. Witness.

When ya gonna wave your goodbyes? When ya gonna cross your “t’s”?

What ‘cha gonna do when you die? Will you still thinking of me?