Wishing Chair: Music

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Every road dog can relate to this one. If you've ever wondered what its like to be a full time touring musician this one pretty much sums it up.

Another day in another motel room
I was dreaming of crayolas and Saturday cartoons
But it’s three hundred miles and we got another show to do
The two of us we travel in this tribe
I keep talking to the Muses but they won’t take the bribe
Aw come on, give me something true
Guitar cases and magazines strung out on the floor
Sometimes I don’t know who I am anymore

One real song, one real song

Dirty and tired
We walk into this bar
Now it doesn’t take a compass to figure where we are
Oh we got so much to prove
I’m just this suburb kid
Driven in Detroit steel
Trying to chase away the numbness I feel with
One real song, one real song

The highway looks like diamonds
Coke cans gleeming in the sun
This spotlight’s like a magnet
Pulling us along
Hey we got to stick it out
We got to show you something true

For popular opinion you can dance a Scottish reel
And change your face to broaden your appeal
But soon they’ll be nothing left of you
I don’t do it for the money
I don’t do it for the fame
I tell you the only thing that keeps me sane is

One real song
One true word to help me get along
One real song
One real song