Straight Out the Gate

I’ve been in a writer’s block for months
Maybe it’s just that nothing’s going on
Or maybe there’s a simpler explanation
For my lack of song
Formula seems to have worn out
Hang out in a bar and drink and let your hair grow long
Or maybe we can figure out
What went wrong
He who began a work in me
Is faithful to finish it completely
But am I faithful, faithful to
Spend a little time not working on you
People been calling me all day
Hey man, can I get into your show?
No sir, I’m afraid I can’t help you out
No, not today, but maybe tomorrow
So listen up
Cause I’ve got something to tell you
I’ve been in a writer’s block for months
Every time I dream
There’s a color scheme
When I dream of you
It’s in shades of blue