[inro]
[verse]
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
[chorus]
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
[verse]
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
[bridge]
I split my money up
between my habits and the gas
it seems I've always got smoke
but I'm getting nowhere fast
[chorus]
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