The muses are knocking at my door

I'm trying to write a song
it seems like nothing
comes up at all
maybe I should give up
return to the bar
and beg for my job back

I can hear a sound
a spark enlightens my brain
a song about songs that slip away

The muses are knocking at my door
I guess they will do the dirty work
well, that's what they are supposed to do
in return I'll give them my soul

Now I'm lost in the middle of it all
struggling to follow
the first part of the song
the muses are gone, I'll try new tricks
I'll write a bridge that leads
straight back to the moon

I hope my muses come back soon
and show me where to go
before this bridge to nowhere
screws up my song

I can hear a sound
a spark enlightens my brain
a song about songs that slip away

The muses are knocking at my door
I guess they will do the dirty work
well, that's what they are supposed to do
in return I'll give them my soul