For You

Why is it that my creative juices start flowing at the most inconvenient times? Five minutes before I have to leave for work, while I'm on the bus without a pen, while I'm trying to be focused at work, or while I'm about to fall asleep. I guess creativity works best when you're relaxed. At any rate, usually when these moments of inconvenient inspiration come to me, I let them pass me by. But last night, I didn't. I jerked myself out of bed, turned the light back on, grabbed a pen and a little notebook and started writing. I don't know if it was worth it, but I wrote some verses to a song. I don't know how to write songs, though I do consider myself to be musical to an extent. I guess it doesn't really matter in the long run. I wrote it, revised some of the lines today, and now I'm posting it here. Done and done.

Below are the lyrics. If you want to get an idea of how the music is supposed to go, just think of some song by Coldplay or Keane...it's close enough. Anyway, this is called For You.


You've fallen asleep at the wheel again.
Trying to outrun your sins
Times are tough
And the road is never long enough
For you.

Chorus
For you the walls are caving in
The room is starting to spin
Burning bridges and too many loose ends
I cannot save you
Just hold my hand

Can't decide what you want to be real
Open your heart and fear what you feel
Shut down and taste goodbye
Like one last meal
Must be hard to feel alive
When you're afraid to fly...

. . .You know I'd fly for you. . .

Chorus

For you the walls are caving in
So hard to know where to begin
Burn bridges and tie up those loose ends
Put your hands upon the wheel...
See where the road bends.