Music and lyrics by Alan Babbitt
So now the notes were all napping in my Martin guitar.
But they were always ready to play.
The words, yet un-said, were still in my head
Waiting to have their say.
They were all rootin' for the writer to write.
They hoped he wouldn't take too long.
'Cause what they were seeing - was their reason for being.
A chance to be in a song.
Now the writer, he seeks inspiration
To appear in a magical way.
To fall into place - with style and with grace
To say what he wants to say.
Sometimes It's just that easy.
With minimal effort applied.
But sometimes it's painful – It’ll drive you insane, you’ll
just have to put it aside.
The making of a melody - involves a little bit of sorcery.
Randomly sampling combos of chords
Designed to stick in your mind.
Now the words and the notes
For what I was writing,