Sarah2...

You remind me of a Stephen Fearing song called THE LIFE.. and in "ain't that the life"

Especially the verse that goes...
So you pick up your guitar
And play it for yourself
These days, you only play it seems
For everybody else
Pull the strings into your hands
Hold the wood against your hips
Unwind the miles of silence from your fingers

Maybe I should post the whole thing...

The life

Stephen Fearing

All the faces are engaged tonight
The conversations ticking
The singer on the bandstand
Has a voice so close to breaking
Pulling song from the guitar
dark with nicotine and time
A sunburst top that sets against the evening

And the show business officials
Turn a deaf ear to the stage
Their hearts are locomotives

and their minds are narrow gauge You can hate this way of living you gotta love this way of life
creativity and ambition will keep you hungry

A life of empty boxes rented rooms and hired cars
and the eyes that turn to watch you
In those little red-neck bars
midnight busses on the prairies
People curled inside themselves
So many things to feel
Nobody to tell

So you pick up your guitar
And play it for yourself
These days, you only play it seems
For everybody else
Pull the strings into your hands
Hold the wood against your hips
Unwind the miles of silence from your fingers

tonight the songs are lost
Among the cartwheel chandeliers
the microphone is old
It tastes like bitterness and beer
Lyrics sink into he bottles
And the music disappears
You're thinking of where you'll be tomorrow...

Where the faces turn to listen
And the energy shifts and moves
Your voice goes reaching over
all the people in the room
Put your body to the rhythm
roll the wheel into the road
Let the moment lift your heart
and make it easy
Put your body to the rhythm
roll the wheel into the road
Let the moment lift your heart
and make it easy