What You Want To Be

Hey Cassidy,
Do you know what you want to be?
Hey, my little girl,
What are you going to do out in the world?

Maybe a farmer, working the land?
Or an architect, drawing up plans?
A pilot, flying so high?
An astronomer, watching the sky?

Maybe an artist, palette so bright?
Or a doctor, saving a life?
A musician, playing perfect notes?
A writer, sharing what you wrote?

Whatever it is you choose to do,
Where ever this crazy life takes you,
Whatever it is, you decide to be,
It won’t matter at all to me.
It won’t matter at all to me.

Hey Cassidy,
Do you know what you want to be?
Hey, my little girl,
What are you going to do out in the world?

Maybe a singer, singing your songs?
Or a lawyer, righting the wrongs?
A dancer, putting on a show?
A racer, fast as you can go?

Maybe a runner, winning every race?
A detective, solving every case?
A scientist, so much to explore?
An activist, fighting for us all?

Whatever it is you choose to do,
Where ever this crazy life takes you,
Whatever it is, you decide to be,
It won’t matter at all to me.
It won’t matter at all to me.

Hey Cassidy,
Do you know what you want to be?
Hey, my little girl,
What are you going to do out in the world?

Maybe a road worker, fixing roads?
Or a trucker, hauling your loads?
A sailor, sailing the seas?
A beekeeper, caring for your bees?

Maybe a mechanic, working on cars?
Or a journalist, reporting from afar?
A busker, strumming your guitar?
A bartender, tending your bar?

Whatever it is you choose to do,
Where ever this crazy life takes you,
Whatever it is, you decide to be,
It won’t matter at all to me.
It won’t matter at all to me.

And I’ll be here if ever you call,
And pick you up if ever you fall.
And I’ll love you no matter what,
For what you are, for what you’re not.

And you mean the world to me,
I’m as proud as I can be.
And you mean the world to me,
And I’m as proud as I can be.

As proud as a dad can be.