The house is quiet and asleep
Under the door, midnight creeps
Me I'm staring at shadows on the wall
When I hear the music call
So, I head to the basement
Looking for some displacement
With my digital audio workstation
I'm ready for some creation
Alone and stoned by design
With this music I do define
As I turn this weed into ash
I'm wishing I had some hash
Then this thought wonders in
This music will never win
A place in the heart, never called art
Just another dream that fell apart
How many dreams a day
Are uploaded with passion
How many songs a day
Will draw no attention
But here in my solitude
Making music is the dream
Here in my solitude
I'm dancing across the universe, just having fun
Seems everybody has music to transmit
And it's hard to admit
That your music isn't good enough
Hell, it's your life's work in that stuff
Always the wallflower never the artist
Never finding love is the hardest
All your life, it's been the same old story
Your ego never found glory
How many dreams a day
Are uploaded with passion
How many songs a day
Will draw no attention
But here in my solitude
Making music is the dream
Here in my solitude
I'm dancing across the universe, just having fun