To Write the Greatest Love Song

To Write the Greatest Love Song

I found myself alone one night,
Drinking at the bar.
Her pale face caught the stage light,
And she was holding a guitar.

The room filled with an awkward hum,
As she bowed her head.
Sitting on her stool, she strummed,
And this is what she said:

To write the greatest love song take,
A heaping of some blues,
Sprinkle in some heartache,
And a lottle bit of booze.
But first you need a healthy heart,
Free from woe and scorn.
Break it like an egg to start,
Then watch it slowly burn.

I watched her from the darkness
I could just make out her eyes.
Taken by the starkness,
And the tear ducts that were dry.

I heard the hoarsness in her rhyme,
How brash the twang was drawn.
As she hit the chorus one more time,
To finish out the song.

To write the greatest love song take,
A heaping of some blues,
Sprinkle in some heartache,
And a lottle bit of booze.
But first you need a healthy heart,
Free from woe and scorn.
Break it like an egg to start,
Then watch it slowly burn.