Grant Rust - The road to the next big show

I wanna be big like Shawn and Ed
But I got you laying on me in our bed
You put your head on mine
I get so warm inside
Are you all I need
All I'm thinking is the next song I could write
But subconsciously I'm thinking of the kind of life
I'd have if I didn't do that
And all I had was you
I know I'd be the luckiest man on earth
And I'd love every evening coming home to you
So why, so why, so why
So why, so why, so why
Why do I still dream of being
The guy whose life depends on living
Without a home, nowhere to go
Except the road to the next big show
Looking from the outside to the in
How could that much success be a reason
That one would be so sad
It doesn't seem that bad
But when I think about it
I'd be on the road a lot
Being alone a lot
Just to stay afloat in this musical world
I can't stop thinking 'bout
If I'd be happier with you, a job, a house
No doubt
I know I'd be the luckiest man on earth
And I'd love every evening coming home to you
So why, so why, so why
So why, so why, so why
Why do I still dream of being
The guy whose life depends on living
Without a home, nowhere to go
Except the road to the next big show
Why do I still dream of being
The guy whose life depends on living
Without a home, nowhere to go
Except the road to the next big show
You're all I need
But do I need
A little more to get me through it all
Are you all I need
I need so desperately to know
So you're not hurt at all
Why do I still dream of being
The guy whose life depends on living
Without a home, nowhere to go
Except the road to the next big show

Written by:
Grant Rust

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