From the recording American Alchemy
You want to play music in modern times?
Well here's some hints to help you make up your mind
I's gonna take your money, it'll take all of your pride
And if you're lucky, you'll play out enough to barely get by
You'll be away from your home, your life becomes the road
Gotta pay your dues, playing to empty rooms
With people's backs to you, getting paid in booze
Oh you better love it to
You finally start selling a ticket or two
And for the first time you've got money and pride you can afford to loose
One night you're killing, playing for an attentive crowd
And the next, the venue owners tell you to turn the fuck down
You get used to being alone, yeah well something starts to grow
You're playing to better rooms, feel it pulse and bloom
Hey have you heard the news? You might make it through!
Oh you better love that too
They say "Boy, when you gonna make it?"
"When can I tell my friends that we shared a beer?"
We'll we're not quite sure how to take it
We're already here, we're already here
So now you made it, yeah you kissed the sky
And your idols turned out to be your friends in disguise
All the time spent on the road, was the fuel that helped you grow
To push on through, find a solid groove
Ditch what wasn't you, leaving only truth
Yeah you better love that too