Haven't wrote a song in quite a while
At least not the kind that makes me smile
Cause wastin' words just ain't my style
But I'm a little bit closer
There's a little itchin' in my throat
Just can't seem to find the note
I'd copy all the songs I wish I'd wrote
I'm just a little too sober
I could sit and drink all night
Double whiskeys and Bud Light
But these jeans don't fit me right
And this T shirt's just too tight
There is so much I could say
But I just can't find the way
No one's listening anyway
Trynna' tell a tale that's not been told
Trynna' sell a song that ain't be sold
But these three chords are getting old
And I'm a little too weary
To throw myself into that place
I just don't have the right headspace
And anyway it's getting late
There's a melody that still needs humming
There's a song that hasn't been sung
And as long as I keep strumming
Maybe this might be the one
There are hearts that haven't been broken
There's a dress that hasn't hit the floor
There a words that ain't been spoken
There are fights worth fighting for
Could sing another song about my heart
Heaven knows that's the easy part
Could write another line to just sound smart
Stacking stanzas on the page
Take the best ones to the stage
These three chords'l never change
There's a melody that still needs humming
There's a song that hasn't been sung
And as long as I keep strumming
Maybe this might be the one
There's a heart that hasn't been broken
There's a dress that hasn't hit the floor
There a words that ain't been spoken
There are fights worth fighting for