MY SISTER’S OLD GUITAR

Thought I wanted to be a pilot
Or a astronaut would be nice
I could direct movies
Journalism would even suffice
I though I could cook for a small cafe
Or a place with michelan stars
Maybe I could have become a mechanic
Specialize in racing cars

CHORUS
But I quickly grew to learn
I’m not happy with settling
With a passion that started to burn
And some destiny meddling
I grabbed my pen and paper
And my sisters old guitar
As soon as I started to write it felt like a fresh start

I tried to do business
But I quickly got bored
Sitting in an office chair all day struck a dissident chord
I tried to justify
It was a means to an end
Then I got some hard fought advice
From a hustling friend

CHORUS
But I quickly grew to learn
I’m not happy with settling
With a passion that started to burn
And some destiny meddling
I grabbed my pen and paper
And my sisters old guitar
As soon as I started to write it felt like a fresh start

Trying to pave my way
Hope it comes to fruition
I spend all my days
Hopefully wishing
The right person will hear us
Notice our potential
Seems to be luck and timing
All circumstantial

CHORUS
But I quickly grew to learn
I’m not happy with settling
With a passion that started to burn
And some destiny meddling
I grabbed my pen and paper
And my sisters old guitar
As soon as I started to write it felt like a fresh start