My only excuse for not doing enough
Oh no, too bad
Written the words to the prettiest tune
Oh no, too bad
The words in years have a way, you're slipping back
Given old Mr. Shakespeare, a run for his money
Yes, I was too busy, being in love
That would never leave a dry eye in the room
I could have written the movie for Hepburn and Tracey
Yes, I was too busy, being in love
Every time that you crossed this heart of mine
I could have written a play so sweet and so funny
But I never reached for a pen
Before I knew it, the words were gone again
Every time you are near
Well, I was too busy, being in love
My only excuse for not doing enough
All these words you inspire after all these years
Well, I was too busy, being in love
But I have no regrets for not doing enough
Well, I was too busy, being in love
Given old Mr. Shakespeare a run for his money
There goes the chance that I had
How much time would that have took
I could have written a play so sweet and so funny
I could have written the part to make young lovers crazy
Written the words to the prettiest tune
Brand new phrases appear
Written my way into fortune and fame
Break the mood that I'm in
There goes the chance that I had
That would never leave a dry eye in the room
I'd put them all in a book
The beautiful song and it starts with your name
