Don't watch television
Can't read the news
My muse is on vacation
I've got the burnt out blues
Twenty five songs
Are ready to go
Some quite good
Some are rushed- it shows
I can sit and stare at the computer
But I don't know what to do
There's no cure I can think of
For these burnt out blues
I might need a cup of coffee
But all I've got is tea
I'm hoping that the muse
Will come around or leave me be
This is just a little song
To see what I can do
To try and shift the blockage
And cure these burnt out blues
