I've been making music for about eleven years
I stay inside on summer days, I've drifted from my friends
My parents, they are so polite, they want me to have kids
I'm working in a record store to try and pay my bills
All I need to do is
Make the music and try to be true
It's not always so easy to do
But it's better than sitting around wishing I knew
Who, ooh-ooh
Who, ooh-ooh
Who, ooh-ooh
Who, ooh-ooh
Here I stand on Saturday watching the E Street Band
The Boss and Little Steven are both singing Promised Land
A tear escapes my eye because I know he speaks the truth
Feeling so inspired to write a song that's not as good
All I need to do is
Make the music and try to be true
It's not always so easy to do
But it's better than sitting around wishing I knew
Who, ooh-ooh
Who, ooh-ooh
Who, ooh-ooh
Who, ooh-ooh