I make my living with paper and pencil

And an old guitar

I use melody and words that rhyme

To tug at other's hearts

But mine is still too tender

To put her on a page

'cause I'd have to remember

The day she went away



I can't Write that, I'd have to sing it

And if I sung it, I'd have to live it

And if I lived it, it would kill me

'cause she ain't ever comin' back

And that's too sad, I can't write that



I know memories last forever

Whenever you put 'em in a song

But I can't take the chance that this one would be a big one

And they'd play it on and on

'cause when it comes to her love

I get choked up and break down

These feelings are just to much

to share with you right now



I can't Write that, I'd have to sing it

And if I sung it, I'd have to live it

And if I lived it, it would kill me

'cause she ain't ever comin' back

And that's too sad, I can't write that



She ain't ever comin' back and thats too sad

I can't write that