I make my living with paper and pencil, and an old guitar I use melody and words that rhyme to tug at other's hearts But mine is still too tender, to put her on a page 'Cause I'd have to remember the day she went away I can't write that, I'd have to sing it And if I sung it, I'd have to live it And if I lived it, it would kill me 'Cause she ain't ever comin' back And that's too sad, I can't write that I know memories last forever whenever you put 'em in a song But I can't take the chance that this one would be a big one And they'd play it on and on, 'cause when it comes to her love I get choked up and break down, these feelings are just to much To share with you right now And I can't write that, I'd have to sing it And if I sung it, I'd have to live it And if I lived it, it would kill me 'Cause she ain't ever comin' back And that's so sad, I can't write that She ain't ever comin' back And that's too sad, I can't write that