I’ve played 600 cover gigs at 4 hours apiece
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 1200 songs that came directly from my brain
But I know 90% of them won’t see the light of day
And sometimes it’s pulling teeth tryna find something new to say
Or get inspired

I didn’t promise 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 kinda 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, oh

I’ve been listening to Sheryl Crow since I was probably 10
But til now, 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?