Just A Song

It helps me to pretend that there's a song in my guitar
Should I go up to my room, or should I stay here at the bar?
After searching for the sound, I put the wood and steel down
Having not got far

Sometimes I swear I hear it, ringing in my ears
But to try too hard to find it is the sum of all my fears
I let the chorus be the hearse, for every dead forgotten verse
I've carried through the years

It's like the perfect melody is hidden in a tomb
And еvery misplaced note
Thе ones I stole, the ones I wrote
All just self-inflicted wounds

Memory as an instrument is flawed
It lets me live inside the dream I swear I saw
Don't try to polish up what should stay raw
It's just a song

Everyone is looking for it, wondering where it's at
And the radio now is just a tourist trap
Every musical mistake, every bad middle eight
Just leaves me flat

So if you've got it in you, I can get it out
And it can't be a sin to live with one's own doubts
When the tape a starts a-rollin', you shouldn't scream or shout
Just sing your heart out

It's like the perfect melody is hidden in a tomb
And every misplaced note
The ones I stole, the ones I wrote
All just self-inflicted wounds

Memory as an instrument is flawed
It lets me live inside the dream I swear I saw
Don't try to polish up what should stay raw
It's just a song

Don't have to think that every note is wrong
It's just a song