[Spoken intro] Sometimes us writers, And musicians alike; Just gotta keep going, Like ridin' a bike. [Verse 1] I was up til dawn, Burnin' midnight oil; At the sunset grill, As the taters boil; Drinkin' coffee, And shootin' the shit; But that weren't gonna, Help me write a hit. [Chorus] My guitar's frettin', Over lyrical dreams; And my notation's, Comin' apart at the seams; When pen meets paper, And the ideas fly; It's so cathartic, It can make me cry. [Verse 2] My eggs from last night, Long since went cold; As I wracked my brain, Diggin' for musical gold; A pile of note paper, Is on the diner bar; And beside me lay, My acoustic guitar. [Chorus] My guitar's frettin', Over lyrical dreams; And my notation's, Comin' apart at the seams; When pen meets paper, And the ideas fly; It's so cathartic, It can make me cry. [Verse 3] I stil might not've found, That hit I wanna write; But I met some mighty, Nice people that night; Joe the head cook, Who made my meals; Fanny the waitress, On roller skate wheels; Mike the mechanic, Two seats down; And a bunch of travelers, Driftin' through town. [Outro] Notation's frettin'... (Frettin') Guitar Dreams... (Dreams) Nothin' about nothin', (Nothin') Is quite what it seems. (Seems) So if you got dreams, (Dreams) You need to chase; (Chase) Don't you dare, (Dare) Give up on 'em, Ace. (Ace.) (Repeat to fade)
