So it was I meant to write a song A song that everyone could sing But when I went to pen the words I could not think of everything Some words are writ to inspire Some get lit and start a fire A song for each and every choir And all the teachers of love All the creatures of love And the ones who desire To reach for something higher Yeah I could give you Chapter and verse But I'll keep it short for what it's worth Going on and on would Just make it worse On the other side of writers' curse What could I say that ain't been said What could be placed in its stead That speaks to the heart The lungs, the head To all the poets of yore All the lovers of lore All the ones yet To wed lying lonely in their bed