It is called writer's block
Sit on the computer watch the clock
I'd write about old loves the setting sun
Fortyeight years coming up married so young
Those girls in my youth that turned me down
Foolish ladies in my life are no longer around
I'd write about politics just get me in trouble
Out of two any you vote for hate to burst your bubble
Talk about the weather but it's too darn hot
All the news in the paper about gangs someone got shot
So you see I won't fill this page with rage
Writer's block is hell writing on a blank page