all rights reserved to tal cohen shalev. The pen's in my hand But words just don't come out It's just as if the paper's laughing at me Thought that I'd get by with just the words and simple melodies But then again, it doesn't really work like that If only I could dig to find some drunken poet's soul and mind I'd have something to help me go along Wasted a song, now it's gone Not much I can say, guess I'll just carry on Today, it seems to me like such a distant memory Tomorrow is a shadow of what I used to be I know I've made mistakes before I've had my share of aches before Many times I've held my head and sighed When all is said and done Words were said and things were sung Although I think I may have sang it wrong Wasted a song, now it's gone Not much I can say, guess I'll just carry on Nothing comes to mind Through the weary years I thought I'd find A thing or two by now All my words are gone Painful memories linger on And so I leave you with a broken song I've wasted a song, now it's gone Not much I can say, guess I'll just carry on