This could have been a song about the wind
But my words were blown away
I could have sung about tomorrow
But I couldnt find today
Forget about writing down my conversations
cause I cant think of what to say
With nothing left to sing about my ax in tune,
I got no choice but to sing to you

Chorus
Once wont you give me,
Twice wont you save me,
Three times wont you let me sing this song for you

Ive been thinking about singing about a painting,
But the colors make me spin
Or the mystery of a spiral,
Where would I begin?
I could have sung about piety,
But I slammed right into sin
And now Ive got a crowd around me,
What am I able to do?
Ill take this song and offer it to you

Might have sung about the ocean,
But Im stuck here on the shore
How could I ever ask for seconds,
I couldnt take no more
I almost thought about a phone call,
But talkings such a bore
People left an hour ago,
The windows tainted blue ( so am I)
And I wrote this song