[C]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
and it [F]seems the notes just [G]don’t sound [C] right
.
[C] waiting for my pen and paper to dance
but they're[G] just victims of this circumstance
it's like [Am]my mind's held captive in a cryptic trance
and it [F]seems that a song [G]doesn't have a [C]chance
.
Chorus
[C]Yea, I been [F]searching for 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]been 3 days now, but feels more like a year
seems the [G]only thing that’s flowing is ice cold beer
oh I'm [Am] waiting now for the words to appear
but my [F] imagination has [G]somehow disap[C]peared
.
Chorus
[C]Yea, I been [F]searching for 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