If you ever have come up against "Writers Block" - here it is.
Story behind the song
If you ever have come up against "Writers Block" - here it is.
Lyrics
I looked on the desk, I looked in my hand
In the drawers in my dresser, and under the bed
Lifted up every rock in that old garden wall
I can’t seem to find them, can’t find them at all
There are none in the closet, or in the trunk of my car
My computer is useless, as is my guitar
I open a book, but the pages are blank
They can’t be withdrawn from my account at the bank
Try as I may, try as I might
The words have escaped, into the dark of the night
I stare at the paper, with a pen in my hand
A page full of empty, my head full of sand.
Oh, how I recall, when the words flowed like wine
The pen moved itself, intervention divine
Now I sit like a stone, scratching my head
Looking for words, finding cobwebs instead
So I continue to search, both below and above
For the words to a song that will fit like a glove
I’m looking in places where words never hide
I’ll just have to wait ‘till they escape from inside
Try as I may, try as I might
The words have escaped, into the dark of the night
I stare at the paper, the pen in my hand
A page full of empty, my head full of sand
Without any words, there are no songs today.
