Waiting on the morning, waiting for the song
Waiting for what's inside me to drag itself along
'Cause you know I think and play and write
I play and write again
But will I finish a song in the end?
I stress and worry
Nearly lose my mind for days
Just trying to write a melody to help you feel that way
Should I three, six, two, five, one it?
Should I make the last note bend?
And will it turn into a song in the end?
I've got this feeling like my heart wants to get out
So I grab my paper then I start to frown and doubt
Because every time I write a song it only gets worse
I can't finish it past the second verse
Oh I've been working on these words for so long
At first they seem so right and then suddenly they're wrong
You know Jimi, John and Dylan didn't worry about a thing
They just played their guitars and they sang
I've got this feeling like my heart wants to get out
So I grab my paper then I start to frown and doubt
Because every time I write a song just past the second verse
I can't finish the song of course
It looks like I was too worried, looks like I was wrong
And maybe life's a lot like trying to write a decent song
And with all these thoughts, heart and words that I sat here and penned
I guess I finished a song in the end
Looks like I finished a song in the end
And I bet you're wondering when this song is gonna end