Could Have Been A Song

<br>This could have been a song about the wind but my words were blown away.<br>I could have sung about tomorrow but I couldn`t find today. Forget<br>about writing about my conversations because I can`t think of what to<br>say. With nothing left to sing about my ax in tune, I got no choice but<br>to sing to you (and she sings...)<br>Chorus:<br>Once, won`t you give me. Twice, won`t you save me. Three times, won`t<br>you let me sing this song for you.<br>I`ve been thinking about singing about a painting, but the colors made<br>me spin. Or the mystery of a spiral, but where do I begin? I could of<br>sung about piety, but I slammed right into sin. And now I`ve got a<br>crowd around me, what am I able to do? I`ll take this song and offer it<br>to you. (Chorus)<br>Might have sung about the ocean, but I`m stuck here on the shore. How<br>could I ever ask for seconds, I couldn`t take no more. I almost thought<br>about a phone call, but talking such a bore. People left an hour ago,<br>the windows tainted blue (so am I) and I wrote this song. (Chorus)