Jonathan lives all on his own
He can't have distractions in the home
He stays locked in most days and nights
Trying to create while the neighbors fightHe says, I don't have any inspiration
And my subject matter lacks inventionJonathan's writing a book you see
It's gonna be a masterpiece, a feat
He doesn't have a title or a plot
Oh, but he knows what's good
And he knows what's notHe says, I don't have any inspiration
And my subject matter lacks invention
If I only had an opening line
Well, I'm sure the rest would turn out fineHe's planning on at least a thousand pages
It has to be a story for the ages
But from war and peace to the cowboy cook
There's not much left for Jonathan's bookHe says, I don't have any inspiration
And my subject matter lacks invention
If I only had an opening line
Well, I'm sure the rest would turn out fine