I put my pen to the paper
And try to put my words into other people's mouths
I put my hand to the instrument
And then I flesh out a tune
That should make men of war cry
And the young maidens swoon
Because the power of a song is mighty indeed
So I put my pen to the paper
And try to put my heart into other people's words
I gather note upon note
And then I wrap words 'round emotion
I try to sing of truest love
And deepest devotion
Because everyone I know loves a good song
Should I sing from the heart
Should I sing from the mind
Should I marry the two and sing in double time
Should I use metaphor or simile
Should I sing about you
Or just sing about me?
La la la...
So I put my pen to the paper
In attempts to give voice to the movement of my heart
I chuck a stone down the well of my soul
And I try to disturb deeper waters
Though all poets are thieves
And every minstrel a marauder
Compelled and obsessed I follow the muse once more
Should I sing from the heart
Should I sing from the mind
Should I marry the two and sing in double time
Should I use simile or metaphor
Should I sing about what all of this singing is for?
La la la...