I spend my days as a legal hired gun
Giving all kinds of advice to everyone
Winning trials, closing deals, billing fees
Justifying my six figure salary
And though I’m working hard I really can’t complain
The future’s looking good for me at 28
Still something seems to be missing from my life
That’s when I turn to my guitar to make it right

Now and then I am wondering
Whenever I begin to play
What if I spent my time strumming chords and making rhymes
And singing songs throughout the day
The same question lingers in my mind
Do you wanna play?

Now I’m sitting in my office here at work
Spending the day choked by a tie around my shirt
And I start to wonder why I never trusted my own feelings
I stopped believing

Now and then I am dreaming
Of the kind of life that I would lead
Traveling across the land touring with my band
Is it just a lawyer’s fantasy
Or is it merely just the way I feel inside

Ain’t it funny how we spend the time
Always searching for the simple life
For some it’s having their own backward
For me it’s simply playing my guitar
And when I’m playing I can do no wrong
The only time when I feel at home
But my debt, my debt
Who’s gonna take care of my debt?

Now and then I am wondering
Whenever I begin to play
What if I decide to quit the 9 to 9
Would I be happier that way?
For the same question lingers in my mind
Do I really wanna play?