Folk Singer's Defense

A romantic, she called me
About an inch neigh from the bottom of my scotch glass
It was 4 am on a Tuesday
We sat and drank and talked and watched the stars pass
She said, «I don’t like your music
To your folk songs I can’t dance.»
I said, «Let me wring your heart
Give my thoughts a chance.»
I try to write a song in every key
I try to sing in tune to a pleasant melody
But it’s not the music
That makes them laugh and cry
It’s the words to the story that tells them about my life
A poor damn fool, she called me
She said, «You could be a big star if you’d just try.»
I said, «It's not the money
I’m happy to play here for free in the dim light
When the spotlight’s on the lead guitar
And I’m drowned out by the drums
The words don’t seem to matter much
And then what good have I done?
I try to write a song in every key
I try to sing in tune to a pleasant melody
But it’s not the music
That makes them laugh and cry
It’s the words to the story that tells them about my life
My friends are big stars now
I hear them on the radio playing
But they mumble all the words
I can’t know what they’re saying
So I’ll just keep on searching
For a story to tell
As far as inspiration goes
I told her she’s doing well
I try to write a song in every key
I try to sing in tune to a pleasant melody
But it’s not the music
That makes them laugh and cry
It’s the words to the story that tells them about my life