Codetta South - Write it Down the Road (Acoustic) Lyrics

Make yourself useful
While you can
If you can't hear the music
Playing in your head
Press your ear against that wall
Listen with closed eyes
The door was always open
Let yourself inside

Nothing beautiful is easy
No one's worthy of the task
Do you think Jackson Browne
Came out the womb like that?
Were his first words a sonnet?
Did his crying sound like rain?
When his mother bought that guitar
How long 'til "These Days?"

Oh let's be honest
No one's got it made
Who can say they wrote their first song
And liked it the next day?
The journey might be long
Heavy is the load
But you're always
Writing down the road
Yeah, you're always writing down the road

You could hop on that wagon
Say everyone's to blame
Truth is you can't make them listen
And they can't make you sing
You're gonna write until the wheels fall off
Or you run out of ink
'Til your name's on every marquee
Or John Mayer likes your tweets

Oh let's be honest
No one's got it made
Who can say they wrote their first song
And played The Ryman the next day
The journey might me long
Heavy is the load
If you feel inclined
Hop inside
Write it down the road
Write it down the road

You may see the headlights
All the people who turned back
Running out of daylight
Or ran straight out of gas
As long as these strings ring
Keep a new song in your soul
Just climb into the driver's seat
Write it down the road
Write it down the road
Yeah, write it down the road