Lyrics

they call this a living

on tuesday i wake up
wondering where monday has gone
by thursday i'm so numb
i swear some days i can't hold on

then friday turns sunday
and my money's all blown

it seems forever i'm running
trading my days
for this roof over my head
i still have to pay
they call this a living
but it don't feel that way
it's just what i do for money
it's not what i do for me

no i don't need a million
to buy back my life
just the love of this woman
a warm hand to hold me at night

a front porch with some good friends
i'd turn my weedays to weekends

it seems forever i'm running
trading my days
for this roof over my head
i still have to pay
they call this a living
but it don't feel that way
it's just what i do for money
it's not what i do for me

the rules to this game
make it so hard to play
it's time for a change
when an honest job don't pay

chorus

boyett/seymour,  ascap 2001