LYRIC FOR SALE

By Jack McFarlin

I've never made a masterpiece
says everyone that's not me
I'm on the highest hill, the mountains look daunting
I look out and still feel so small

Chorus
Am I destined to be decent, even when I try my best?
Will I land among the stars when I fall, after giving it my all?
My voice, my fingers, my mind itself
are we stuck on the highest shelf?
Looking at a winners stage, wanting to be on it
Is this the like of a perfectly average artist?

I've never seen the podium
never hefted some trophy
when a crowd cheers for me
the lack of people haunt me
I'm so afraid that, that night
will be my greatest story

Chorus
Am I destined to be decent, even when I try my best?
Will I land among the stars when I fall, after giving it my all?
My voice, my fingers, my mind itself
are we stuck on the highest shelf?
Looking at the winners stage, wanting to be on it
Is this the life of a perfectly average artist?