i want to write a song todaynbut i ain't got a thing to say nthough all the secrets i knownthough all the places i'd like to gonnso i sit in front of the pianoni think that something will appearnto me just a melody to hearnyea it's coming now to your ear (can you hear?)nnnow i'm done with the melodyni should take a note book and start to worknbut i don't bother i guess i'm lazyngonna lock me up somewhere darknnas long as i play i try to find wordsnbut i still don't have lyrics finallyni'm gonna let it the way it isnn