Starving Artist

 

IÕm sitting here in the dark, on my porch all alone

And I can barely even afford to pay my phonebill

IÕm a starving artist and I still got to have my day job

But I know where my heart is, itÕs right here behind my guitar

 

And I turn into a nervous wreck when I think about trying to make a living singing songs

Cuz I canÕt compete with burlesque dancers and I canÕt compete with chicks in drag

And IÕm a sarcastic chick with trucker mouth who really wants to make it big

Yeah right, IÕm going to make it big singing songs about myself and how I love women

 

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All I really want to do is make a living singing songs

But how will I get on the radio when I cuss and swear and sing about loving women

I sing about loving women

 

So, how come lasting relationships are so hard for me to figure out

They just baffle me and freak me out

But what baffles me even more is every woman IÕve been with leaves the province when we break up

WhatÕs up with that? Was it really all that bad?

 

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All I really want to do is fall in love for real but how will I get the chance

When you all keep moving away

Yeah, you all keep moving away now

 

I met you at the festival and you said that you liked my stuff

And I thought you were pretty cute but I didnÕt know what to say and I didnÕt know what to do

So we got married in my head, just a few minutes after that

And we drove off in my station wagon into that proverbial sunset

 

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All I really want to do is drive off into the sunset with you

But how will I get the chance when my car keeps breaking down

And I keep breaking down too

 

So, will you go out with me, yeah, do you want to be my date

I mean, I think we could be really great together

But I can see youÕre a little sceptical and I think I know what you got on your mind

But I promise and I swear itÕs true, I wonÕt write any songs about you

 

Chorus:

I know I said I wouldnÕt write a song about you, baby

But I lied cuz this oneÕs all about you

ItÕs all about you

 

IÕm sitting here in the dark on my porch all alone

And I can barely even afford to pay my phonebill

IÕm a starving artist and I still got to have my day job

But I know where my heart is, itÕs right here behind my guitar