Simile - Jimmy Webb

This is the answer to the letter unsent

Which even so arrived some years later

Like a song sometimes, written for love

Long before it is alive

Oh the poems sighed to sweet faces

Caught away in some damned machine

Leaving them no quieter time

To liken things to other things

Trying to describe other things

Now safe with the answer to a question unasked

That needed no reply

He is singing a description of a song he cannot write

About how hard it is to cry

And are the words in the wrong places

Or the spaces stumbling in between

Or is there just no brighter time

To liken things to other things

Trying to describe other things