Yourself, myself / Himself, herself / Ourself, reading books from the shelf / How many words can you force a rhyme with elf?

Time to pick things up and start moving again/Time to stop talking and start doing again/Time to actually do what you tell yourself you do.

So write the damn song, be done with the past.

Today’s Tom Sawyer, tomorrow’s Moishe Kapoyer, so help me Rush.

Ya gotta fight, for your right ... to write.

That’s the whole message, however small.

Changes of behavior / drive me up the wall.

Hey you, are you there, are you still the same / It’s just me down here and I’m calling your name.

No song yesterday / No song today / I’m avoiding something / What it is I can’t say.

Never write a song in the afternoon … once you’ve eaten your lunch … when the day is ¾ gone … once you’ve been beaten to the punch.

I’ve got so much that I want to say / I try to will it but the pen won’t obey / Looks like there’ll be no new song today.

I didn’t write a song today / I made up some excuse / It’s easier to run away / Than to face up to the truth ...

I try to be original, I try my own ways / But there’s no way to avoid plagiarism or clichés.