Notes: I offer one of my shortest songs ever, but with good reason. Last week we got Covid, and it has been a real bummer. Since I've been coughing so much lately, I'm not yet willing to do a lot of singing. So I kept this as simple as could be.
Praise be to medical science in all its majesty, mystery, and glory, we're doing great now. I appreciate the myriad ways that this very bad experience could have been incredibly worse, and I have been lost deep in contemplation and sorrow for everyone who has had it far worse than us. We're here, after all. That isn't lost on me. So this is a song about gratitude -- namely for all of the songs I'll get to write later on. I'm saving my voice for those.
Grammatically speaking, I know that the final lyric should have been something like "think of all the songs I haven't written", or (for the utmost clarity), "all of the songs I have yet to write". Those wouldn't have rhymed. I know I constantly write lyrics that don't bother to rhyme in the slightest, but this one felt like it ought to. Grammar and clarity be damned.
I'll only sing a little bit
And I'm grateful for each note
But I'll sing again soon
Heaven knows I want to
Think of all the songs I haven't wrote