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

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

She Ain't Ever Comin' Back And Thats Too Sad
I Can't Write That