They say there's money in sales, why don't you give it a try?
You can't expect to do theatre for all of your life
It's not a Panda Express or a Barne's & Noble
It'll keep your wallet lined and your belly full

And that's more than I can say right now
'Cause I wanna buy my pretty girlfriend, a pretty house
Wrapping cables with a hard hat on, it never paid the bills
That's 'cause Broadway's for rich kids with time to kill

Keep the internet on, keep the heat turned up
Snuggled up under the covers just you, me, and our laptop
Take the dogs for a walk in the blistering cold
Never thought I would like it when I was living in New Mexico

But I guess that I can say that now
Got my winter coat on and it's so cold out
Wrapping cables with a hard hat on, it never paid the bills
That's 'cause broadway's for rich kids with time to kill

And I think I'm happier now than I ever was in the desert heat
In the blistering sun, I guess everything up to now has been bullshit

There's no money in music, I should just give it up
Who wants to listen to me whine, who wants to check out the Bandcamp?
But the last thing that Susan Larson ever said?
If I stop writing songs then I'll probably end up dead
But now I think I'm so proud
I stole this guitar, I'm singing loud
Wrapping cables with a hard hat on, it never paid the bills
That's 'cause Broadway's for rich kids with time to kill

And I think I'm happier now than I ever was in the desert heat
In the blistering sun, I guess everything up to now has been bullshit
And I think I'm happier now than I ever was in the desert heat
In the blistering sun, I guess everything up to now has been bullshit