Drawing A Blank
(c) 2010 WRC, Jr.
Here I sit with my pen in hand
I’m staring at a blank page
Things have not gone according to plan
I’m trapped in my own cage
I’m not gonna write a song today
I don’t have enough time
I’m not gonna write a song today
There’s too few words left to rhyme
I can’t string any chords together
And the melody stays in my head
Feelin’ the frustration and the anger
I’m the stone that’s been bled
I’m not gonna write a song today
I don’t have enough time
I’m not gonna write a song today
There’s too few words left to rhyme
The light is flashing but I’m not seein’
I’m sittin’ with guitar in chair
I hit stop and stare at the machine
And today I don’t care
I’m not gonna write a song today
I don’t have enough time
I’m not gonna write a song today
There’s too few words left to rhyme
