Story Behind The Song

Funky Folk Blues (bongos and fun drums). An explanation, not an excuse. When I moved to the Philly Suburbs from NYC, I fit right in with my mini-van and 2 kids; I was just another mom on the block...until I swapped out the car seats and cheerios for amplifiers and instruments - then a few eyebrows raised. It's unfathomable to some, this Mommy/Musician balancing act. But what can I say? It's "My Life".

Lyrics

In suburbia I can drive in my car
Just down the block, it doesn't get me so far
But it sure does seem
I'm living the American dream
Playing grown-up at the grocery store
Pretending to live a life
I couldn't lead anymore than I could fly
Man I fly so high
When I'm laughing on the stage
Sleeping in motels
Weeping on the page
I know it sounds like hell
But it's my life
Where I wanna be
It's my life
I don't know what you see
But it's my life
And it's enough for me

Playing Barbie in a dress and high heels
I look so fine, but it makes me feel
Anything...Anything but real
But when I'm laughing on the stage
Sleeping in motels
Weeping on the page
It seems to fit so well
Because it's my life
Its where I wanna be
It's my life
I don't know what you see
But it's my life
And it's enough for me

On a late train from New Orleans
I wonder am I finally headed home?
Or is that just another stop along the way
On this path I am destined to roam
In my life?
In my life
It's where I wanna be
It's my life
I don't know what you see
But it's my life
And it's enough for me
It's enough for me
It's enough for me
It's enough for me
My life

I'm playing grown-up in Suburbia
Like playing Barbie...only better