wishful thinking

All I wanna do, Is wake up every morning and be happy I mean carefree And all I wanna do, Is love my man and be sure that my family, is okay And I wanna sing, The songs that I write in my head On a stage, in a big place And I wanna laugh Until tears fall down my face and ads, are aching Is that too much to ask, in life, to have Nothing but the sweetest days Too much, for one, to have Or is it wishful thinking Oh I wanna send My little brother Solomon to college, with no problem And I hope The children that I sponsor down in Chile They get the money I send And I wanna fly, To Paris once a year for a vacation, With my husband Oh And how I hope, The nations will stop fighting and find sweet peace, somewhere down deep Is that too much to ask, in life, to have Nothing but the sweetest days Too much, for one, to have Is that too much to ask, in life, to have Nothing but the sweetest days Too much, for one, to have Or is it wishful thinking I want my soul to fly free Without a single worry Fear or anxiety Could it be possible for all I wish to have Oh Is that too much to ask, in life, to have Nothing but the sweetest days Too much, for one, to have Or is it wishful thinking…