Rolled into the city on half a tank of gas
And just enough for a couple of meals knowing well it wouldn't last
All I had was my guitar and a couple of songs to sell
A heart full of hope but way deep down I knew
I'd have to hope like hell

And the man behind the antique desk said your music's far too thin
And at the moment I looked up and that's when she walked in

It wasn't my song she wanted though she said it sounded fine
But when she looked at me it seemed that she could reach into my mind
It wasn't my song she wanted
And all the time I couldn't see it wasn't my song she wanted
It was me

I stayed in the city had to sell the car
I took a job as a solo act singing down at Josie's bar
I'd sit and sing the people in and watch them walking out
I knew darned well that they didn't care what I was really singing about

And the man behind the antique desk said your music's far too thin
And at that moment I looked up and that's when she walked in

It wasn't my song she wanted though she said it sounded fine
But when she looked at me it seemed that she could reach into my mind
It wasn't my song she wanted
And all the time I couldn't see it wasn't my song she wanted
It was me

Rolled out of the city on an evening train
Strangely enough with no regrets I'd do it all over again
I found someone who stood by me when my hopes bust apart at the seams
I know I lost
A lot of faith but I found a lot of dreams

It wasn't my song she wanted though she said it sounded fine
But when she looked at me it seemed that she could reach into my mind
It wasn't my song she wanted
And all the time I couldn't see it wasn't my song she wanted
It was me