The days getting late and the setting sun is cold
I grab my guitar and make my way down town
Set up my one stand and begin to play my songs
One by one glazed faces pass along
I try not to think too much because I can't wonder my whole life away
But I can't help to wire my fragile thoughts into your desire
And It appears to me when I realize that life ain't so easy
So you better not talk shit if you're the one whose making it
Don't forget who you really are
The hours go on and I just make enough to eat
But I keep going barely standing on my two feet
My strumming felt worthless and my voice nearly gone
But a man on the side made the entire thing worth while
I try not to think too much because I can't wonder my whole life away
But I can't help to wire my fragile thoughts into your desire
And It appears to me when I realize that life ain't so easy
So you better not talk shit if you're the one whose making it
Don't forget who you really are
His old flaky skin was covered in black ink
His clothes were torn and he hadn't showered in weeks
But his royal blue eyes shined brightly at the sound
Which had given him a reason to live for now
I try not to think too much because I can't wonder my whole life away
But I can't help to wire my fragile thoughts into your desire
And It appears to me when I realize that life ain't so easy
So you better not talk shit if you're the one whose making it
Don't forget who you really are