I'm firmly convinced of the goodness of what I do think
But I am afraid I cannot express it well
You're all waiting for something bright from me
It's something I know, but I just can't explain
Thousands of words on the tip of my brain
They don't reach out, and that causes me pain

I'm really aware of the love that I feel for you
But I'll just seem clumsy if I say that
I never wrote even a song for you
I am no poet, I'm just a rock 'n' roll brat
Thousands of thoughts on the tip of my tongue
I try to scream them, but they come out wrong