Songwriter - lyrics

SONGWRITER

(Close; but, no Cigar)

Words and Music by John Vitz

 

 

Well I’ve been flyin’ high since Sunday, when I wrote the “perfect” song.

And even on Blue Monday - baby nothing could go wrong.

And now I feel like I’m on fire;  no one’s standing in my way.

I never sleep. I’m never tired.  I’m writin’ every day!

 

When I get on a roll like this one,  I can see around the bend.

I know some day a twist of fate could make my music end.

For now I’m on cloud nine, and feelin’ fine, and my feet don’t touch the ground.

But, what’ll happen to my head when it all comes tumblin’ down?

 

It happens every time, something in my mind 

Makes me feel invincible;  makes me feel sublime.

Today I’m seeing stars.

Tomorrow, maybe Mars.

But soon I’ll come back down to Earth - Close; but, no cigar!

 

I crave it like a habit, when I write from night ‘til noon.

‘Cause I want the world to have it;  I just gotta sell one soon.

But then you tell me, “It’s impossible” - And you tell me to “Get real”.

When I just to touch your heart and show you what I feel.  

 

The music just keeps coming.  Guess it’s worth another try.

I’ll be singin’ songs and strummin’, ‘til the day before I die.

I’m hopin’ maybe I’ll get lucky once, and get on the radio.

But, I bet I get discovered on the day after I go.

 

No matter what, I love to make this music in my mind.

No matter what, I play it in my head from time to time.

No matter what, I’m happy knowing I can make you cry.

No matter what, I’ll never write a song about “Good-bye”.

 

I love you more than ever;  I could never let you go.

We’ve been through hell together and it doesn’t even show.

Some other writers share a fantasy to be a superstar.

But me, well, I’m in heaven when I’m anywhere you are.

 

It happens every time, something in my mind 

Makes me feel invincible;  makes me feel sublime.

Today I’m in the  stars.

Tomorrow, maybe Mars.

But soon I’ll come back down to Earth - Close; but, no cigar!

Soon I’ll come back down to Earth - Close; but, no cigar!

 

 

 

Copyright © 1996, 2011, John W. Vitz.  All Rights Reserved.