Sitting on this splintered bench
With the cracked keys under fists all clenched
Trying to think but dust is clogging my mind
Walls are tallied with the days
That I've spent here working but no phrase
Has emerged from the prison of lyrics I can find
I got something to say
But nothing's coming my way
I've been waiting here
I've been waiting here
I've been here for way too long
But if I'm still here
If I'm still here
Maybe there's a reason to write a song
Feeling the way I want to sing
But my voice is coming up with nothing
I can hardly croak a note at all
Fingers tensing with the pressure
Head is burning at my leisure
Then drowning all my woes in alcohol
I've got something to say
But nothing's coming my way
I've been waiting here
I've been waiting here
I've been here for way too long
But if I'm still here
If I'm still here
Maybe there's a reason to write a song
I've been waiting here
I've been waiting here
I've been here for way too long
But if I'm still here
If I'm still here
Maybe there's a reason to write a song
I've been waiting here
I've been waiting here
I've been here for way too long
But if I'm still here
If I'm still here
Maybe there's a reason to write a song
A song