The Road

write a song and hope it gets played

think I started all of this to get laid

Ive hung with the potheads

I've hung with the tweakers

I've hung with the street corner dealers

Ive seen some come

Ive seen some go

but somehow I still go with the flow

Ill make a ripple in your puddle

just to make you mad

put my arms around you,girl

when you feel sad

I'm not living up to my potential,yeah that what they say

but somehow I know I'm gonna make it someday

it's hard to make it down that road to fame

with an empty gas tank and six dollars to my name

I dont care if I have to push the car

beg, steal, or borrow

or realign the stars

seen all my idols

smiling on my TV

cant help from wondering if someday that'll be me

looking at the tube, see me smiling back at me

then I wonder...

does it take heart and soul?

does it take a face that's marketable

I'll play my fingers to the bone

do damn near anything to make the stage my home

I split my money up

between my habits and the gas

it seems I've always got smoke

but I'm getting nowhere fast

it's hard to make it down that road to fame

with an empty gas tank and six dollars to my name

I dont care if I have to push the car

beg, steal, or borrow

or realign the stars