Why I Write

Walked the High Line once and came across a cardboard prompt it Asked that I write out something no one had told me about No one ever told me it’d be, so hard to know just what I want and need Lately I don’t know where I wanna end up With my man or my music or my money making day job Don’t know why I write or who I write for Music ain’t a living it’s a miracle Thankful for it but I really want more Ears to hear it and to get these songs some reach Could you be the one? Be the one to break me? Join the party on the wooden dance floor Turn the party to a moving vehicle What’s my artistry? What’s at the heart of me? I wanna feel spot spot spotlight Knowing what demand can feel like And find my running’s got me gaining on and gaining on ya Where you want it and I’ll give it out I’ll give it to ya Might not make it but I keep on making music that makes me Don’t know why I write or who I write for Music ain’t a living it’s a miracle Thankful for it but I really want more Ears to hear it and to get these songs some reach Could you be the one? Be the one to break me? Join the party on the wooden dance floor Turn the party to a moving vehicle You know I love it when you get down on and on gonna make a song to get down on You know I love it when you get down on and on gonna make a song to get down on Don’t know why I write Or who I write for Don’t know why I write Or who I write for Don’t know why I write Or who I write for