I wish that I could find a rhyme,

one that would tell you all that I could possibly chime.

I have all of these noises in my soul,

they make a tune that I don't think would cost anyone a toll.

But in the end I find myself at a loss of ground,

my progress stops until it makes no sound.

God, I wish that I could find a rhyme,

'cause right now I can't find anything . . . screw it, dime.