James Hersch - Bottom Lines Lyrics

Another stellar evening in my illustrious career
Cheap hotel in the dark
Wondering what the hell I'm doing here
Yeah, I guess I made them crazy
That's a big deal, I suppose
Fill 'm all full of alcohol
And that's generally the way it goes, and I say

God, forgive me for what I'm doing
I've plumb run dry
Nothing left for me to sing
There ain't but one fool that I'm fooling
In terms of bottom lines and dollar signs
My tunes aren't worth a thing

Little voice on the telephone
Wondering where I am
Lots of talk ab eout a big dream
Little voice don't understand
To her I am no hero
I'm just the one who's never there
To put a sparkle in the eye
Catch a firefly
Put a ribbon in her yellow hair, and I say

God, forgive me for what I'm doing
I've plumb run dry
Nothing left for me to sing
There ain't but one fool that I'm fooling
In terms of bottom lines and dollar signs
My tunes aren't worth a thing

I guess I'm guilty of dreaming of a grand design
Seems like I'm worrying about suiting everybody's
Fancies except mine
If this is the end, let me be
Let me go down who am
I will sing my own songs even if
Nobody gives a damn

God, forgive me, I surrender
I've plumb run dry
Nothing left for me to sing
This world don't need any more pretenders
In terms of bottom lines and dollar signs
My tunes aren't worth a thing