words and music: Steven Rhodes I'm so blocked I can't write I try and think every night my tied up brain tries to free itself from mental captivity sit in my room stare at the light it burns my eyes 300 bright I'm so bored I'm good to start I never thought this'ed be my part Chorus: I stare and I wonder and I ponder and I blink Wave my hand before my eyes find a crucial dream If any of this has made sense so far Just raise your hand and I'll begin again I walk down the street Hot city night Here comes the sleet I have no beat In my head it comes to me Reflections of what I'll never be Chorus But that crucial dream, I need so bad Is what I always get, but what I never had
