verse 1 I've been making music for about eleven years I stay inside on summer days, I've drifted from my friends My parents, they are so polite they want me to have kids I'm working in a record store to try and pay my bills All I need to do is Make the music and try to be true It's not always so easy to do But it's better than sitting around wishing I knew Post-Chorus Who-ooh, ooh-ooh. Who-ooh, ooh-ooh Who-ooh, ooh-ooh. Who-ooh, ooh-ooh verse 2 Here I stand on Saturday watching the E Street Band The boss and little Steven are both singing "Promised Land" A tear escapes my eye because I know he speaks the truth Feeling so inspired to write a song that's not as good All I need to do is Make the music and try to be true It's not always so easy to do But it's better than sitting around wishing I knew Post-Chorus Who-ooh, ooh-ooh. Who-ooh, ooh-ooh Who-ooh, ooh-ooh. Who-ooh, ooh-ooh Outro