Song Length |
4:09 |
Genre |
Folk - Alternative, Rock - Indie/Low-Fi |
Tempo |
Tempo Undefined |
Lead Vocal |
Female Vocal |
Mood |
Pleased, Poignant |
Subject |
Life, Dreams |
Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
used to think i'd be a famous artist
with paintings hanging in some gallery downtown
but here i am painting on my smile every morning
dont ever let 'em see you cry, dont ever let 'em see you frown
used to think i'd be a free, free spirit
with a life that led me to exotic places
but here i am living on this damn commuter train
staring at ads for banks and cars, staring at discontent on faces
im not the only one
who had all these great big expectations
im not the only one
who's running out of time
who's running out of patience
used to think by 25 i'd marry
have a man who loved me just for me
but here i am alone again, its better than settling my friend
for someone who is just ok who thinks they know who i should be
used to think that i would be a rock star
with a concert tour and some hourly radio play
but here i am singing at this coffee house open mic
thats fine with me at least you are hearing what i have to say
im not the only one
who had all these great big expectations
im not the only one
who's running out of time
who's running out of patience
but here i am with a sketch pad full
with a kind kind soul
and a friend thats cool
and here i am with a heart that feels
with a song to sing
and a smile that's real
and i wouldn't trade places