Just A Song

It helps me to pretend that there's a song in my guitar Should I go up to my room, or should I stay here at the bar? After searching for the sound, I put the wood and steel down Having not got far Sometimes I swear I hear it, ringing in my ears But to try too hard to find it is the sum of all my fears I let the chorus be the hearse, for every dead forgotten verse I've carried through the years It's like the perfect melody is hidden in a tomb And every misplaced note The ones I stole, the ones I wrote All just self-inflicted wounds Memory as an instrument is flawed It lets me live inside the dream I swear I saw Don't try to polish up what should stay raw It's just a song Everyone is looking for it, wondering where it's at And the radio now is just a tourist trap Every musical mistake, every bad middle eight Just leaves me flat So if you've got it in you, I can get it out And it can't be a sin to live with one's own doubts When the tape a starts a-rollin', you shouldn't scream or shout Just sing your heart out It's like the perfect melody is hidden in a tomb And every misplaced note The ones I stole, the ones I wrote All just self-inflicted wounds Memory as an instrument is flawed It lets me live inside the dream I swear I saw Don't try to polish up what should stay raw It's just a song Don't have to think that every note is wrong It's just a song