Nobody Knows
I remember growin' up and sittin'
Wonderin' 'bout the way
I should take growin' up
In a world where you're worth what you're paid
Should i follow my ambitions?
Should i swallow all my pride?
And sell out all the things
That make me feel alive inside
Ohh, here i go
Wanderin' down this road
Where is it goin?
Nobody knows
I've never been that kind of man
That listens to advice
So if you're gonna tell me somethin'
You'll have to say it twice
A lawyer or a doctor
I thought i oughta try
Those extra couple letters
Oughta keep them demons quiet
So i moved off to that city
And i thought that i knew why
To wake up to the dream
That i'd been chasin' my whole life
But that East River runnin'
Makes an awful noise at night
Echoes of the sirens
Reflections of the light
I ran off chasin' money
Til i couldn't run no more
And my momma asked me, "honey
Now what you runnin' for?"
She said 'if you're chasin' money
You'll be runnin' your whole life
Just find somethin' that makes you happy
And do it til you die"
Ohh ohh
Ohhh oohh
I'll never sell a million records
But i sure ain't stoppin yet
I'll sing these fuckin' songs
Til i take my final breath
Like my lungs are in this box
That i sling across my chest
And me beatin' on these strings
Its whats keepin' me from death
Ohhh here i go
Wanderin' down this road
Where am i going
I don't know
Wonderin' 'bout the way
I should take growin' up
In a world where you're worth what you're paid
Should i follow my ambitions?
Should i swallow all my pride?
And sell out all the things
That make me feel alive inside
Ohh, here i go
Wanderin' down this road
Where is it goin?
Nobody knows
I've never been that kind of man
That listens to advice
So if you're gonna tell me somethin'
You'll have to say it twice
A lawyer or a doctor
I thought i oughta try
Those extra couple letters
Oughta keep them demons quiet
So i moved off to that city
And i thought that i knew why
To wake up to the dream
That i'd been chasin' my whole life
But that East River runnin'
Makes an awful noise at night
Echoes of the sirens
Reflections of the light
I ran off chasin' money
Til i couldn't run no more
And my momma asked me, "honey
Now what you runnin' for?"
She said 'if you're chasin' money
You'll be runnin' your whole life
Just find somethin' that makes you happy
And do it til you die"
Ohh ohh
Ohhh oohh
I'll never sell a million records
But i sure ain't stoppin yet
I'll sing these fuckin' songs
Til i take my final breath
Like my lungs are in this box
That i sling across my chest
And me beatin' on these strings
Its whats keepin' me from death
Ohhh here i go
Wanderin' down this road
Where am i going
I don't know
Credits
Writer(s): Redd Alexander
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Other Album Tracks
Altri album
- Tascam Tapes, Vol. 3 (Live from the Basement) [Live from the Shed]
- Tascam Tapes, Vol. 2 (Live from the Shed) Side A
- Tascam Tapes, Vol. 2 (Live from the Shed) Side B
- Songs of Petrichor
- Make the World Go Away
- Tascam Tapes, Vol. 1 (Live on the Potomac River)
- Imposter Syndrome
- Bedroom Studio Sessions, Vol. 3
- Bedroom Studio Sessions, Vol. 2
- Bedroom Studio Sessions (Volume 1)
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