Never got around to writing that song
'Bout thinking and missing
'Bout returning from a visit
Coming off the high of with you being
The thought was always there
Though the words would not come
Wasn't quite as dark, indigo mood
Many moods, lighter shades of blue
Never got around to writing them blues
'Bout all the different shades, moods gone through
From the faintest, lightest sky
To the deepest, starkest ocean hue
Never got around to writing that,
For a song author I am not
Though the words didn't come
Maybe it's the thoughts that count
Never got around to writing....
Damn, I've forgotten what
Drawing up a blank, case of writers block
After all is said & done & done & said
Guess the thrill is gone.
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