If I could just get it on paper
  The things that have happened tonight
  But that seems to me to be the big key
  I'm havin' too good a time to ever turn
  Out the lights.
  
  Go to bed wake up with a clear head
  Recalling what made it a ball
  If I could just get it on paper
  I might make some sense of it all
  
  If I could tell half of the stories
  The funny way most things begin
  Figure ways to disguise all the half truths and lies
  Find the heart of my song with the point of a pen
  Simple words can be come clever phrases
  And chapters could turn into books
  Yes if I could just get it on paper
  But it's harder than it ever looks.
  
  All alone in the edge of the water
  Hidin' out by the Sea of Cortez
  With my sketch pads and Flairs
  Tapes and battery spares
  
  It's just no comprehendo to what everyone says
  
  Time alone seemed to work well for Faulkner
  Time away seems to work for the kid
  Life and ink they run out at the same time
  Or so said my old friend the squid
  
  Yes if I could just get it on paper tonight
  I could tell you what I think I did.