When I sit down to write a song
The words come fast or not at all
Either the effort is too trite
Or my vocabulary is too small
All I want to be, is out there on that stage
But that won't ever come true without the right words on a page
I see others around me who can make it on talent alone.
But what they have I'm lacking, and it leaves me sitting at home
There was a time, however
When I had what it takes
But that's been six years past now
And I never caught the breaks
Sixteen years of practice, buried in the past
And now I'm in-between being the best and being last
I remember what it was like
To be at the top of my game
There wasn't a musician within 50 miles
Who didn't know my name
I was a drummer, groomed by the best
And taught all the inside tricks
Now I'm just a mediocre guitarist
Who only knows a couple of licks
A career change was what forced me
To leave my drums behind
My choice was to learn something new
or put music out of my mind
Now I have the opportunity
To catch a break at last
It's staring in my face
But I need my talent from the past.
And now this quite unique
Situation faces me
I have the chance to live
The dream that has eluded me
But the timing is all wrong
And there's nothing I can do
For I'm too far gone to be a drummer
And at guitar I'm still too new
So I'll just watch this chance pass by
And maybe I'll catch the next one
By then I should know more
Than a few chords and how to strum.
The words come fast or not at all
Either the effort is too trite
Or my vocabulary is too small
All I want to be, is out there on that stage
But that won't ever come true without the right words on a page
I see others around me who can make it on talent alone.
But what they have I'm lacking, and it leaves me sitting at home
There was a time, however
When I had what it takes
But that's been six years past now
And I never caught the breaks
Sixteen years of practice, buried in the past
And now I'm in-between being the best and being last
I remember what it was like
To be at the top of my game
There wasn't a musician within 50 miles
Who didn't know my name
I was a drummer, groomed by the best
And taught all the inside tricks
Now I'm just a mediocre guitarist
Who only knows a couple of licks
A career change was what forced me
To leave my drums behind
My choice was to learn something new
or put music out of my mind
Now I have the opportunity
To catch a break at last
It's staring in my face
But I need my talent from the past.
And now this quite unique
Situation faces me
I have the chance to live
The dream that has eluded me
But the timing is all wrong
And there's nothing I can do
For I'm too far gone to be a drummer
And at guitar I'm still too new
So I'll just watch this chance pass by
And maybe I'll catch the next one
By then I should know more
Than a few chords and how to strum.
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