Pen to Paper

I need to write a letter
I'm putting pen to paper

Dear Mr. Wentzel I write you today
Because I am into the music you play
I like your voice when it wobbles a bit
Sliding around as it looks for the pitch

His deepest slumbers may be interrupted
By the harrowing thought of what's to come
And even food is hard to force into a stomach
That feels as if it were loaded with hot bricks

I need to write a letter
I'm putting pen to paper

Dear Mr. Wentzel I wanted to say
I think your music is sounding okay
I like your voice when it misses the mark
Sometimes it's flat and at some times it's sharp

And what are you afraid of?
Are you afraid someone in your audience will stand up
And take a potshot at you?
Are you afraid there will be a snake on the stage?
Or that you'll fall off the platform?
No, you're afraid of what people will say
And think about you as you stand before them
You're afraid of their ridicule
You're afraid they'll see your faults and your shortcomings
Because the thing you're really afraid of is yourself

Write now
Right now
Putting pen to paper
I'll be thankful later
I'll be thankful later
Write now
Right now
Putting pen to paper
I'll be thankful later
I'll be thankful later
Write now
Right now
Putting pen to paper
I'll be thankful later
I'll be thankful later
Write now
Right now
Putting pen to paper
I'll be thankful later
I'll be thankful later