He gets his film, he gets his star And I'm alone with my guitar The girl that I've loved all along Left a songwriter who can't write a song So how am I supposed to write A tune to make the heart take flight? And also make my soul forget I'm only half a love duet 'Cause if a broken man in a state of shock Cannot make a friend of his writer's block Then what do you do? It's the pain that makes the art Like when love just falls apart Well, I should use my jelousy As a fuel to crank out this tune within me But what am I supposed to do If I can't make her dreams come true? And while I hope that she succeeds I can't give her the song she needs 'Cause if there's not a key that fits to unlock An imprisoned mind from a writer's block Then what do I do?