When I was but a young child I heard a voice from inside tell me there is a reason you're here  So I just pretended and life was oh so splendid and I felt my time drawing near  For my purpose, mission, dream, ambition...all I could see  Tugging, pushing, nudging, pulling, burning, inside of me    In my delusions of grandeur   I can do what I want to do, be what I want to be  In my delusions of grandeur   Life is but a dream no impossibility  (As far as I can see no impossibility)    Someday they'll want my diary, autograph, family history, they'll follow me all over town  You can call it an illusion, trick, deception, or hallucination but I'm perfectly sound  With my purpose, mission, dream, ambition...all I could see  Tugging, pushing, nudging, pulling, burning inside of me    In my delusions of grandeur   I can do what I want to do, be what I want to be  In my delusions of grandeur   Life is but a dream, no impossibility  (As far as I can see no impossibility)