The Work Song

I wish I was writing today Songs or stories, doesn't matter, I'm good either way Got myself to work, and now I just want to play I wish I was writing today I wish I was writing today Sit down at my keyboard, and tap the hours away It's the perfect weather, sleepy sky is fuckin' gray I wish I was writing today When I go to work I get a feeling My creativity those hours are stealing But somehow when I go back home The motivation's always gone… I don't write, I stare up at the ceiling I wish I was writing today Said yes to this date, now I don't know what to say Maybe I can put this in a novel or a play I wish I was writing today I wish I was writing tonight Seems like everything's in place, conditions should be right But I touched the page, and the words like birds took flight I wish I was writing tonight Sometimes I have got a sinking feeling It's 'cause of me my talent's always fleeting Cause by the time that I get home The motivation's always gone I don't write, I stare up at the ceiling