What I Do for a Living

[Verse 1]
This is not what I do for a living
Actually you see, I am a musician
I only work here as a temporary measure
And I believe tomorrow I'll be quitting

[Refrain]
And it is hard, it is hard to make living
Chances are few, unevenly given
And it is hard, it is hard but so fitting
One of these days I swear, I certainly, I'm quitting

[Verse 2]
This is not what I do for a living
I used to go to places, people would listen
My state is low but expectations are rising
Next year this time I surely will be quitting

[Refrain]
And it is hard, it is hard to make living
Chances are few, unevenly given
And it is hard, it is hard but so fitting
One of these days I swear, I certainly, I'm quitting