I like this riff, and I think I'm gonna write a song with it
It's light and calm and sweet and at the same time upbeat
But I can't think of what to say
So, I'll just write it anyway
Now I need a chorus
This would be perfect, if only the verse fit
I don't know how I'd mash the two together
It's maybe a new tune, called "Once in a Blue Moon"
About the chance of finding love
But it's already been done, there must be a million
Sad sack stories in the used bin
I don't really want to join them
This song will be the best song
Don't tell me I'm wrong
This song will be the best song
Except it's not
So I'm gonna try again
Fingerpicking makes
Everything sound great
Everything I say sounds deep and sincere
Pull my finger and I fart
Watch it linger in your heart
See, I'm making lovely art, but it also kinda stinks
Who doesn't adore, a waltz on the floor
Followed up with a crumpet and tea
Oh right, this is Michigan that I am living in
Not London in 1903
C'mon Woodward, get it together
C'mon Woodward, time to be clever
Don't stop now, just finish it, whatever it takes
I'm gonna try, try, try, try to grow a seed
I'm gonna try, try, try, till my fingers bleed
I'm gonna try, try, try, try, try, till I've used every chord
I'm gonna try, try, try, till I get it right
I'm gonna try, try, try, till the morning light
I'm gonna try, try, try, try, try, until I get bored
And then I'm gonna finish it later