| Lately I’ve heard this song, you see, |
| And it will not let me be. |
| It’s a measure or two with a hell of a groove |
| But a lot of simplicity. |
| It’s the kind of a song you want to write for your mom |
| It’s the kind of a song that makes you hum for a while |
| It’s the kind of a song that’s kind of stupid and dumb. |
| Just another tarnished diamond for the pile. |
| And here I am, smashing square pegs into round holes. |
| Here I am, weakening the whole. |
| Square pegs, we’ll knock all their blocks off this time |
| With a hell of a melody rhyme, |
| Always keeping in mind that I’m |
| As square as they come, well that’s fine. |
| I’ll spend all my money and time |
| Spinning wheels on an incline. |
| Staying inside has got me doubting my mind |
| And doing battle with phantoms again. |
| In the form of some notes, |
| I think a musical ghost |
| Is digging dead melodies from my head. |
| I should be out in the sun, I should be having some fun. |
| I should be drinking some beer, I should be reading somewhere. |
| I should be seeing my wife instead of wasting my nights |
| And from all that I hear I should be getting my hair cut |
| But here I am, with 53 chords and broken horn lines. |
| But here I am, losing my mind. |
| Square pegs, we’ll knock all their blocks off this time |
| With a hell of a melody rhyme, |
| Always keeping in mind that I’m |
| As square as they come, well that’s fine. |
| I’ll spend all my money and time |
| Spinning wheels on an incline. |