Crash Test Dummies

I sit each morning, look at my empty notebook
The room is quite, the air conditioning sounds like rain falling
Manic-depressive composer Robert Schumann,
When he could not write, would get down on his knees
And he would pray for help
It's not as bad as eating your own liver;
But still, I'd like to think that there are better methods
I try to tackle the page that lay before me