Lyrics
Jonathan lives all on his own
He can't have distractions in the home
He stays locked in most days and nights
Trying to create while the neighbors fight
He says, I don't have any inspiration
And my subject matter lacks invention
Jonathan's writing a book you see
It's gonna be a masterpiece, a feat
He doesn't have a title or a plot
Oh, but he knows what's good
And he knows what's not
He says, I don't have any inspiration
And my subject matter lacks invention
If I only had an opening line
Well, I'm sure the rest would turn out fine
He's planning on at least a thousand pages
It has to be a story for the ages
But from war and peace to the cowboy cook
There's not much left for Jonathan's book
He says, I don't have any inspiration
And my subject matter lacks invention
If I only had an opening line
Well, I'm sure the rest would turn out fine
