The Old Lady at the Open Mic

I'm watching the old lady at the open mic
And she's been here as long as anyone can remember
Had some adventures in the scene in her time
Every wrinkle in her skin a folk singer who passed right by her
She could have made it if she just got a break

I'm watching the old lady at the open mic
Look at her go
She's amazing, am I afraid that could be me?

Well, forty years of a day job you hate
In an office where they gather round the cooler and nobody gets you
Just to come here every night and stay up late
Sing your ten thousandth song and
wonder when you will have paid your dues
Her songs were fine, but the stars never aligned

I'm watching the old lady at the open mic
Look at her go
She's amazing, am I afraid that could be me?

Well, if that were me, I could say I wouldn't give up just yet
No, I would blog, vlog, and live stream for all the views I could get
I'd crowd fund this old lady's last hope to reach her dream
And I'd go viral and everyone in the world would know my name
Because who could resist contributing to that cause?
People round the world who want to hear me sing my songs
What a dream!

I'm watching the old lady at the open mic
Look at her go
She's amazing, am I afraid that could be me?
I'd have to say no... let's call it plan B