Call it curiosity but I really want to see this thing through
The so-called music industry spat me out and I left a bad taste in it's mouth
It's big, whore-like mouth
Pub gigs and sporadic tours get me by but I cannot let go of the dream
So I put my head down
Put a pen to paper
Couple hours later, got another expendable song
And it goes just like this...

And time, time's running out
I'm getting older and I have nothing to show for myself
But I still honour my art
And this is just the start of another unrealistic adventure
I don't do requests
I don't think I'm the best
I just get a kick out of being possessed inside a song
Sing it out loud
Pressing my fingers down on the steel strings
It's just one of those things
It's just one of those things

Say what you want of me, I have heard it all before
The so-called critics
Critically change their criticisms to fit the current scene's vision
Some people call me a sell-out from the safety of an internet message board
But the masochist in me, it embraces the abuse like a historic warrior's sword
And I still sing...

And time, time's running out
I'm getting older and I have nothing to show for myself
But I still honour my art
And this is just the start of another unrealistic adventure
I don't do requests
I don't think I'm the best
I just get a kick out of being possessed inside a song
Sing it out loud
Pressing my fingers down on the steel strings
It's just one of those things

And I get pretty shy when people all rendezvous around me
And I act like a dick when I get attention I don't quite deserve
And I get pretty scared when I consider I don't have a mortgage or a backup plan
But it doesn't mean I'm lazy just because you hate your job
And it doesn't mean I'm crazy just 'cause I'm singing on my own
And if this, if this isn't what I'm born for, then where do I belong?
'Cause this, this is what I dreamt of when I was just a little lad
It makes me feel so strong

And time, time's running out
I'm getting older and I have nothing to show for myself
But I still honour my art
And this is just the start of another unrealistic adventure
I don't do requests
I don't think I'm the best
I just get a kick out of being possessed inside a song
Sing it out loud
Pressing my fingers down on the steel strings
It's just one of those things


Lyrics submitted by RobFish

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