Write a Song

​Everyone’s angry, everyone’s mad

Everyone’s yearning for the things they had.

It’s hard getting old. It’s hard to be young.

The grass is greener no matter where you’re from.

The difference is I can write a song about it.

I can write a song about it.

I can write a song about it.

I can write a song about it.

I never studied, I never learned how to play.

I just observed from a distance and woke up one day.

I woke up with a vision, an idea in my head.

I wrote down a plan, then I went back to bed.

The difference is I can write a song about it.

I can write a song about it.

I can write a song about it.

I can write a song about it.

People ask me “Son, where do your ideas come from?”… I shoot ‘em straight, tell ‘em the truth, pull back the curtain and sing it to you.

Now the words in the ether, a simple truth.

Corrupted by fiction instead of living proof.

The difference is I can write a song about it.

I can write a song about it.

I can write a song about it.

I can write a song about it.

I can write a song about it.

​I can write a song about it.