There’s times I think is this all worth?

It seems missing folks back home

Is what I’m paid for

It’s true I’m doing well for myself

Still everyday feels a little more like hell

There’s times I think of all the little things

Things I took for granted in my younger days

Morning coffee with my mama

Music with my dad

How I miss my sister and all the fun we have

I hurt 40 hours a week

I hurt so hard that I can’t sleep

Pulling double shifts and overtime

Takes a toll on this heart of mine

Singing is the easy part

Six nights a week ain’t hard at all

Though I’m doing what I love

I get paid two times a month

For hurting everyday, seven hundred miles away

The late night life and good time showing

Barely keeps me alive, but keeps me going

Having this much fun

Ain’t all it’s cracked up to be

Living through the lonely takes a heavy toll on me

‘Cause an easy street ain’t what I came for

I came to learn and leave with a whole lot more

Confidence within myself

And the presence of this stage

A sense of pride to know that I can make it another place                 

Friends and family

At home awaiting patiently

To see an old familiar face

From seven hundred miles away