[C]I’m trying to think of something important to write
But I [G] only hear the fridge and two cats in a fight
oh I'm [Am]starin’ at blank paper as it nears midnight
it seems [F] every note I play just [G]don’t sound [C] right
.
[C]I keep waiting for my pen and paper to dance
like a[G] song about the beach in southern France
or two [Am]lovers searching for their true romance
but it [F]doesn’t seem that I’ll [G]ever get the [C]chance
.
Chorus
[C]Yea, I been [F]searching for some words that never came
ya know, [C]everybody's candle burn's a different flame
so when the [F] strings get dusty and sounds seem wrong
just [G]wait, be [F]cool, and something good will come a[C]long
.
[C]It’s been 3 days now, and my vision's still not clear
seems the [G]only thing that’s flowing is the ice cold beer
and my[Am] chords seem strange,the lyrics sound weird
and now [F] all imagination has [G]somehow disap[C]peared
Chorus
[C]Yea, I been [F]searching for some words that never came
ya know, [C]everybody's candle burn's a different flame
so when the [F] strings get dusty and sounds seem wrong
just [G]wait, be [F]cool, and something good will come a[C]long