THERE AIN'T NO WORDS (FOR THE WAY I FEEL)
                        Greg Trafidlo
               KiraPole Music, BMI, © 2005

Hey neighbor, 'ever have those days?
When you suffer that severe malaise
Well, there ain't no words for the way I feel

I'll try to tell you 'bout this tune inside
My mind is moving but my tongue is tied
'Cause there ain't no words for the way I feel

I go for the chorus, a vacant thesaurus
Is anemically pernicious
There's no solution through circumlocution
It's indescribably malicious

This sad modality I'm living in
Evokes a vacuous oblivion
'Cause there ain't no words for the way I feel

Instrumental break

Verses are vexing, prose is perplexing,
Attempting to serve this song
I know I'm just messin', with hollow expression
When the malady lingers on

'Guess it's best to just resign my fate
'Accept this funk I can't articulate
(When) there ain't no words for the way I feel…
There's no vernacular
There ain't no idiom…
There ain't no…… for the way I feel