דמו מהתקופה בבוסטון 2004.
מילים, לחן, נגינה: אבשה

Out of bed, out the door
Seems to get harder each time
Start the car, reach the bar
Show must go on and he sighs
Sits at the keys
Plays the first tune that comes to his mind

Pass the drinks, pass the time
Ask, he might play it again
That same old song can't go wrong
Pleases the crowd every time
Smiles, takes a break
And steps outside to ask himself why

Cause night after night as he taps on the keys he'll be
wondering
Each time again,
What the hell am I still doing here
He'd be out the door if he had somewhere to go

Shaking hands, taking tips
Goes through the moves every time
Someone might buy him a drink
Hoping to ease his mind
And it works for a while
He'll forget for a moment that he does this every day


Still night after night as he taps on the keys he'll be
wondering
Each time again,
What the hell am I still doing here
He'd be out the door if he had somewhere to go

Maybe the moment has come to move on
But where do you go when there's no place to run away

Night after night as he taps on the keys he'll be wondering
Each time again,
What the hell am I still doing here
He'd be out the door if he had somewhere to go