Gotta Feed Myself Too

Verse 1 Worked all day with a shovel and pen, Gave my best to the world again, By sundown, bones feel through, But there’s still one thing left to do. Chorus Gotta feed myself too, somehow, Can’t pour forever and don’t know how, A tune, a line, a moment true, That’s the bread I’m livin’ on too. Verse 2 Some folks say, “Why sing at all? There’s hungry mouths and a long night’s fall,” But a song can warm what soup can’t reach, Keeps the heart from rustin’ shut like a gate. Chorus Gotta feed myself too, tonight, Even the candle needs its light, If I’m to stand when the morning’s new, I gotta feed myself too.