Another night in a succession
Thinly glued with beer and wine
It's a precarious profession
Every day at work sees your heart on the line
Maybe I should have gone to business school
Or gained myself a respectable trade
Or stayed in childhood where the shade keeps you cool
Making my living selling lemonade
But running through my veins
Are the words and the refrains
As if they were my lifeblood itself
And you know I can't stay alive on the food of 9 to 5
My dreams are just old picture on the shelf
Oh yeah

I remember the folks said give it a try
Or you'll never know who you might have been
And just remember nothing is the end of the world
Until the world comes to an end
Still there's a point to this philosophy
(when you take a look inside)
Of taking a look at who you are
Still sometimes all I have to help me see
Are all the mirrors behind the bar
But running through my veins
Are the words and the refrains
As if they were my lifeblood itself
And you know I can't stay alive on the food of 9 to 5
My dreams are just old picture on the shelf
Oh yeah
But running through my veins
Are the words and the refrains
As if they were my lifeblood itself
And you know I can't stay alive on the food of 9 to 5
My dreams are just old picture on the shelf
Oh yeah