So let’s sleep now and don’t worry
I’ll go out in the morning
And set a few things up
And set a few things up
Sometimes I can’t get out of my car
And sometimes I drive too far
Sometimes I stare at the silent trees
And think of sweet nothings
And think of sweet nothings
I know it’s expensive and scary
When nothing’s coming in
And we’re almost out
But don’t be afraid
I’ll make a trade
And turn this beast around
And turn this beast around
So let’s sleep now and don’t worry
I’ll go out in the morning
And set a few things up
And set a few things up
Sometimes we hang the sun in the sky
And sometimes hang the moon
Sometimes we live too close to a lie
Or suffer from the truth
Or suffer from the truth
Sixteen hour days and seven day weeks
God I have my dreams
But I’m not that kind of freak
Somewhere on the streets
There’s enough of what I need
I like a bit of toil
But I see no need to bleed
So let’s sleep now and don’t worry
I’ll go out in the morning
And set a few things up
Being a musician is a dodgy way to make a living, just like anyone who is selfemployed I suppose. But it is a portable job, so there is always a gig around the
corner that gets us out of trouble, so long as there is a guitar or a piano to play, I can
make a few bob. Occasionally something big happens, like the time I got a call from
HBO to ask if they could use one of my tracks in The Wire. The money from that
came to almost a year’s income, a musician’s income of course, but nonetheless a
lifesaver. Being a songwriter requires a certain amount of living outside the box I
suppose, the trouble is, sometimes you live there too long, and then you have to get
up, shake yourself, and set a few things up. Hunt for a gig.