You say all my life will be is playing at this bar,
never have the big house with a ton of cars,
never have the money to buy a Yacht,
But I don't want all that,
I'm happy right here with what I got.

I got a roof over head,
with just enough room for a bed,
a guitar and a voice,
and a Muse to help sort out the songs in my head,

You say that its not enough,
that my head is in the clouds,

so go back to your little white Picket Fenced house,
and wander for years till you figure out,
that living and life are two different things,
you can live and have no life,
or you can have a life and never have lived,

so do what you want and follow your greed,
while we the poets and artists do our dreams,
in the end we will all see,
weather living and having our dreams,
is better than a Life with every “thing”.



We are the ones with our heads in the clouds,
following our dreams and living them out,
going for broke,
or living out loud,
sticking out from the crowd,
Dreamers, singers and artists around,
let our struggles and triumphs be known to all,
scream it out now so we will never fall.