C
i’m sitting here , late at night
F C
and i cant sleep
G
everyone’s tucked into bed
F C
it’s so quiet , not even a peep
C
so i’m sitting alone , in my chair
F C
trying to write a song .
G
but like john prine said “my head’s as empty
F C
as the day is long” .

chorus
F
some call this writers block
C
my cat jumped in my lap
G
purring like a lion
F C
now settling to take a nap
F
i can’t think of anything
C
everything comes out wrong
G
well here comes another day
F C
and yesterday is gone

C
i tried turning on the tv
F
but there’s nothing there to see
G
every type of infomercial
F C
trying to sell something to me
C
i’m so tired and my head is fuzzy
F
i don’t have very long
G
why does it have to be so hard
F C
just to try and write a song

repeat chorus