For an Hour

For an hour on my drive to school at night,

When the music and headlights come on,

For that hour I'm a rock star.

If you stop and stare even better,

and I'd congratulate you because you are my audience.

I'm the drummer, singer, bassist, piano player and guitarist,

Hell I'm even the guy playing with lights back stage.

But as soon as I park and get out of my car,

I'm not a singer, I'm not a musician and

I'm certainly tone deaf.

Yeah I'm a resenting has been and ex-husband,

I don't eat, sleep or **** but writing is what keeps me sober these days.

Singing is what keeps my mind off the time,

and music what keeps me off the lines.

I used to give out ratings.

Now I keep the words to myself

and if my opinion is asked of me,

I just give them the simple half.

Let them figure out what's missing,

the way I found out what I was needing.

I may not make a mill next year,

or be able to pay the bills this month.

But I will be recognized for the things that are

put on billboards and on your bedroom walls.

I will be known for the message you wear everyday,

and for giving a face to the girl that sings in the dark on stage

and plays in your car all day.

But for just this hour I'm just a simple rock star.

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