Drove out to california Played for a dollar a day To sing my songs while a few sang along Was worth more than what I got paid But I've got this crazy feeling Everything's gonna work out right The odds are stacked, but I won't look back I'm not going down without a fight I'd rather make a living Just being myself I'd rather make a living being myself Than a killing being someone else I could trade this guitar For a tie wrapped around my neck Grab a 401k, rent would never be late I could cash my dreams for some check Sometimes it ain't clear where to go Without a ladder to climb or a path to follow But these dreams won't let me go I'd rather make a living 'Cause you can't call it living if you're someone else