I Told Mon

I told Mom I want to play on the radio
She told Dad, who called me crazy
You were born poor, ugly, and from the 'burbs
Wake up, man, you're cut out for a day job

Alright, I get it, but it's seven o'clock
It won't be easy, the commuter train takes forever
It's early, it's freezing, and in my lunchbox?
French fries

I'm tired of all these empty promises
Just forget about me, I'm in no rush
I really just want my guitar
What kind of talk is that? Just swallow it

The stage is my Heaven and I know nothing
An angel sings this song with me
The angel goes wild in the smoke
But the light shines in the sky

If He wrote it, who's going to change it?
I'll never stop singing
If He wanted it this way, who's going to change it?
I'll never stop singing