If It Makes You Happy

I've played 600 cover gigs at four hours a piece
I could probably play Wagon Wheel perfectly in my sleep
And I know, as day jobs go, I've got it pretty fuckin' sweet
But, man, I'm tired

I've got 1,200 songs that came directly from my brain
But I know 90 percent of them will never see the light of day
And sometimes it's pulling teeth trying to find something new to say
Or get inspired

I never promised anyone that I would never give it up
But, man, I really don't know what I'd do instead

If it makes you happy, it can't be that bad
If it makes you happy, then why the hell are you so sad?

I heard "do what you love for work, and you won't work again"
It's more like "watch what you love become the work that never ends"
And I feel like such a whiner, but that's kind of how it is
Can I find myself in this, or will I lose it?

If it makes you happy, it can't be that bad
If it makes you happy, then why the hell are you so sad?
Oh, oh
So sad, oh

I've been listening to Sheryl Crow since I was probably 10
But 'til now, all those words went right over my head

If it makes you happy, it can't be that bad
If it makes you happy, then why the hell are you so sad?
If it makes you happy, then why the hell are you so sad?