I make my living with paper and pencil
And an old guitar
I use melody and words that rhyme
To tug at other's hearts
But mine is still too tender
To put her on a page
'cause I'd have to remember
The day she went away

I can't Write that, I'd have to sing it
And if I sung it, I'd have to live it
And if I lived it, it would kill me
'cause she ain't ever comin' back
And that's too sad, I can't write that

I know memories last forever
Whenever you put 'em in a song
But I can't take the chance that this one would be a big one
And they'd play it on and on
'cause when it comes to her love
I get choked up and break down
These feelings are just to much
to share with you right now