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When I have a song on the tip of my tongue
But the verses escape me and cannot be sung
In the grip of the dreaded songwriter's block
I look for support from my sweetheart, my rock
She's always there with just the right word
The sweetest advice you've ever heard
A beacon of hope when I'm feeling unsure
Her compliments subtle, her motives pure
Here's what she says to me
"When you struggle to write your scrawl
In words that act to enthrall
Don't become distressed
For you say it best
When you say nothing at all
Though it seems that you cannot prevail
In writing words critics might hail
The words you can't state
Clearly demonstrate
Utter economy of scale."
She's always there with just the right word
The sweetest advice you've ever heard
A beacon of hope when I'm feeling unsure
Her compliments subtle, her motives pure
Here's what she says to me
"When your thoughts won't serve to embolden
The words that you'd rather not hold in
Remember, it's fine
To need no by—line
'Cause the truth is that silence is golden
It's sad that your words on a page
Might never become all the rage
And those in your head
Would be better read
If it's done with a vacuum gauge."
She's always there with just the right word
The sweetest advice you've ever heard
A beacon of hope when I'm feeling unsure
Her compliments subtle, her motives pure
Here's what she says to me
"When beset by guitar writer's drought
I'm certain that there is no doubt
Some idea that lingers
Reaching your fingers
Is nothing you should fret about
For as long as I've known you, and madly
You've wanted to write very badly
I'm here to extol
That you're reaching your goal!
Though you don't recognize it, sadly."