You never knew me when I was kid
Back in St. Louie, Musicals were all that I did
My eyes were full of stars

Packed up my tap shoes, a bag full of tights
Thought 6 months in New York would get my name up in lights
It got me 13 years working in bars

I went to every early morning open call
Curled my hair in a bathroom stall
Me and 20 other wannabes out in the hall

Then at the old age of thirty-four
I threw down the script and I danced out the door
Cause there's more to life than 8 shows a week

Can't take vacations, can't make any plans
Keep expectations low and in your agent's hands
Just sit and pray for a part

cnother callback, another near miss
You're right on the edge
cbout to slip into the abyss
Your dreams are breaking your heart

You keep thinking, “God, why was I made this way?”
You keep waiting for God to say,
“Your big break's coming anyday.”

But dreams are easy for God to ignore
Like every director you've auditioned for
There's more to life than 8 shows a week

Motherhood, fatherhood, family and friends
cll of it's work and the work never ends
Living for the ones you love takes its toll
It's one helluva of role

I spent half my life looking for just one yes
cll those people I was trying to impress
If I met them now I couldn't care less

I've got all I need, I'm finally sure
That you and the kids are who I'm living for
Every day is another encore
I'm a mom, I'm a wife and my life
Is more than 8 shows a week