I Sing

When you ask me what I do I reply I sing Your eyebrows raise and silence fills the void You clear your throat no words ensue except for pleasantries So foreign is this concept I’ve employed Why aren’t you a teacher or in marketing How do you intend to pay your bills My answer is simple I sing Then you equate my singing to ping pong or playing cards So I reiterate once I’m composed If we’re comparing industries music wins by far Just ask the rich hit songwriters I know It’s said the one who sings prays twice by St Augustine Your inquiries intrigue me all the same My answer is simple I sing You see I can paint a picture with floating melodies Each and every note my masterpiece The tensions I create by starting and stopping are my sweet release I can tell a story through the pages on my sleeve I can lull you deep into a dream My muses are my feelings just like guitar strings This is what I do I sing When do you intend to end this foolish fantasy And do you have a life insurance plan You’re not getting any younger what is your plan B If I had to guess I’d say you’re not a fan It’s been so nice to meet you with your clueless questioning Excuse me but I have to take this call Hello yes I’d love to yes I am available My answer is simple I sing