Uninspired - The Connells

Well, the steel in his strings

Cuts into his fingers

And the lines that are left

He knows so well

And the words that he screams

Sift through the smoke and sweat

While his wandering mind

Tries to tell

To tell him he’s uninspired

In some weary, absent way

To tell him he’s simply tired

Then the sound rolls in

And lifts him up and in

To the place he should’ve been

Then the sound rolls in

And lifts him up and in

And when all has been drained

He wrestles with the feeling

Of an unfelt refrain

That he knew too well

And the words that he hears

Because they compliment

Are the words that he fears

Because they tell

They tell him he’s uninspired

In some weary absent way

They tell him he’s simply hired here

Then the sound rolls in

And lifts him up and in

To the place he should’ve been

Then the sound rolls in