This is a song I wrote many years ago, but hadn't recorded until now. The lyrics are mostly conceptual, and not based on any actual events, although pretty relatable if you live in this staggeringly expensive world. Instead of trying to further analyze it, how about we just get to the song.
Lyrics:
She works nights and weekends,
taking lip from the locals and their friends
Trying to make ends meet
At the end of the night, she counts coin,
hoping to make cab fare
Thinking aloud, it's anything but fair
That's she's living this scene
Instead of living her dream
Sweat from his brow stings and blinds him
He's too used to the pain to mind it,
Thinking, "this ain't me"
But it's debt to another man that binds him
He's got monthly mail to remind him
That life ain't free
He should be living his dream
He should be living his dream
A thousand miles from home,
without a dime to spare
Thinking one of these days,
I'll be a millionaire
You should be living your dream
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Thanks for listening!
Thom