For The Love Of The Song

I thought I'd start this simple song

with something you could sing along

like "Na na na na na na."

But then I felt a bit cliche-

I started Beaten Path that way-

and besides, it didn't get me very far

I guess the well is running dry.

(I'm not surprised)

It's been thirteen years of lies.

Running at the mouth about

these lovers I can't live without,

well, I'm not exactly huntin' 'em down

Down and out and overweight -

under the influence of three years straight

drinking on the job.

If it's not some love affair

then it's a song about the great despair

of the loner at the end of the bar.

Well, you are what you are

You are what your are,

you are, you are,

you do, you do -

"Na na na na na na"

One-hundredth verse

same as the first,

I'm a dictaphone of drunken slurs,

press rewind - it's a new album.

"Hot off the press,

and this guy sounds depressed

(again)!"

So, you can never drop this drunken bit

or the fits of pain you still stomach -

it's for the love of the song

Oh yeah, the song

I thought it was supposed to be a sing along.

(yesterday came and went

and i wasn't present

the weeks were laid out like pavement

work and drink and sleep, repeat)

Oh, for the love of the song

(upon the beaten path

i kept on my blinders...

don't need any old reminders

no face, no name, no memories

if you love it, you leave it

cause you hate that you need it

it's one thing that you can't have

you're too self-absorbed to change

always, "my way")