VERSE 1:
Daddy was an Arkie
Momma was an Okie
I was born out West
Now I guess that you know me
But you don't owe me any of your time
That's why I'm feelin’ guilty just using it to whine
But it's such a long climb, to get where I am going
Trying to feed a family as a showman
I see it in my dreams and to me that is an omen
Yet my most recent feat is a coat by Coleman
Need to eat, sleep, and breathe the artistry that I have chosen
But the sleep that I keep seems deeper than the ocean
I need a new boss, or maybe a promotion
I've lost everything else but this devotion
So I'll keep going, as if I had an option
I'll keep on movin’ even when I feel like stoppin’
Which is often
‘Cause to tell you the truth
I only feel happy on a stage or in a booth.

CHORUS (x2):
This transition ain't all that smooth
Here's to wishin’ they could know what I knew
This transmission ain't all that new
So to listen, may cause Deja Vu.

VERSE 2:
New city, new group of friends
Same career choice and few dividends
But still making ends meet on the weekly
Critically critiquing my character discreetly
Conquering myself so nothing can defeat me
Neatly collecting thoughts and mistakes
Buying what I sold, some jokes are hard to take so,
Rewind the tape, so I can hear my voice
Can I kick it with my turquoise corduroys
Poise, myself in a pose
Pick my poison and try to stay composed
Everything must come to a close and
Being ready won't change how it goes
New clothes and a new haircut
May be what I need to get out of this rut
But, you know what....

CHORUS (x3):
This transition ain't all that smooth
Here's to wishin’ they could know what I knew
This transmission ain't all that new
So to listen, may cause Deja Vu.
(endless Vu's that you can't hear cause the song is over, but if you listen really closely you will always hear the Vu in the background of this ethereal plane known as Life.)