empty


©1999 rené obi


desperately seeking some lyrics to sing
but don't have a story to tell
everything i could think of
was already told so well
all those truths and all those lies
have already been sung
sometimes i think my empty head
is filled with nothing but dung

ref.
'cause all i hear and all i think
are combinations of everything - and more
that could have been but never were
but have been written, told and sung - before

still sitting here thinking hard
what i could tell you now
my memory should be full of scenes
but to release them i don’t know how
i’m starting to lose my patience
growing slowly angry as well
still my empty head doesn’t find a way
to a story that i could tell.

ref.
'cause all i hear and all i think
are combinations of everything - and more
that could have been but never were
but have been written, told and sung - before