American Alien

I walk ‘n’ talk like a citizen, but feel like an American Alien. I’m Canadian born, brought up by a Philadelphian. Falling asleep at 3 AM, rising after noon Instant fame and riches, happening way to soon. Always being told to keep my head down; On the road from town to town. Pleasing the crowds, appeasing my manager. Sometimes I think, I’m just riding shotgun. If I ever broke my melody making, crab claw pickin’ fingers I’d be out on the street, ^^^ like all my other, ^^^ unfortunate s.