Jack McCann - Song in My Hand Lyrics

A song in my hand
Is worth ten in my head
So I spit up my words
And croak like a bird

I thought I felt rain
But my hair was dry
Oh my thoughts are the rain
And it's pouring inside

Words keep leaking out my faucet head
I catch them on paper which drips soaking wet
With scribbled lines and drizzled thoughts oh oh

You reap what you write
So I write what I see
My seeds are my verses
I plant them in cursive

Teach a man a song
And he'll sing it for a day
But teach a man to write one
And he'll curse you all night

Oh some cough blood in their coffin bed
I think I'll throw up my songs instead
'Til I rise up above it all