What Is Stopping You?

See I got a friend, she is a painter.

Linseed oil pumping through her veins.

When she gave it up, I couldn’t believe her.

She called me crying just the other day.

If you wanna be what you were born to be,

then you better do what you were born to do.

Tell me what is stopping you?

See I got a friend, he is a writer.

Wanted to make it to the New York Times.

Well he gave it up for a little bit of money.

Now he’s writing copy of a different kind.

If you wanna be what you were born to be,

then you better do what you were born to do.

Tell me what is stopping you?

Fear and uncertainty.

That doesn’t work for me.

I’ll take my chances on safe mediocrity.

Where is the life that I dreamed of so long ago?

If you wanna be what you were born to be,

then you better do what you were born to do.

Tell me what is stopping you?