I wrote some lyrics to the melody of Alexander Ebert’s Truth
Sittin’ in a dark room
Listening to some music
Got a real talent but can’t seem to use it
They say you lose it
But you know it’s foolish
Life ain’t got the time for writers or their muses
Get a real job
Man you got responsibilities
Passions fade to hobbies
Routine dulls your creativity
Man I know it’s killing me
But I need stability
If you practise art
Well, then this just ain’t your melody.
Take pride, son
you can provide
for yourself, and maybe a wife, hey
Your heart’s all spilled out
But your mind’s still driving.
Sing songs of what should have been
Swear I’d quit after one last cigarette
Got a full ashtray and a mind full of regrets
A heart full of secrets, unrequited feelings
Love just ain’t for everyone and loneliness ain’t easy.
I know you’re tired
But you will survive this.