Useless Talent

I wish I could sing. Or play guitar. Maybe even sing AND play guitar. I love writing songs, but it's impossible to perform them because my voice would ruin the words. I know song writing is a job, but there are so many people out there who think they can write that actually getting a job writing is hard. Anyways, here is my latest :

Ought To Be

I want to find a town, a real hidden gem.
Where the streets are paved with bricks
and the adults are sir and ma’am.
Where there are picket fences
and pies cooling on the sill.
Where people help each other out
without the sending of a bill.

Oh I’m wishing for a timewarp
A 1950’s kinda pace
This world that spins around us
Has become a worn down place
If there’s any hope around me
Please sing this song with me
Let’s get the country word out
On the way things ought to be

Where women still wear dresses
and the men all wear their suits.
Where family still means something
and kids get to be innocent and cute.
Where Main Street isn’t scary
and you don’t have to lock your door.
Where children still run happily
and the birds still sing and soar.

Oh I’m wishing for a timewarp
A 1950’s kinda pace
This world that spins around us
Has become a worn down place
If there’s any hope around me
Please sing this song with me
Let’s get the country word out
On the way things ought to be

Where Jesus is still allowed to be
and prayer isn’t equal to a sin.
Where morals are still held to dear
and the youth aren’t pressured to give in.
Where soldiers are still the heroes
and actors are just middle class plain men.
Where easy women are looked down upon
and the housewife is a ten.

Oh I’m wishing for a timewarp
A 1950’s kinda pace
This world that spins around us
Has become a worn down place
If there’s any hope around me
Please sing this song with me
Let’s get the country word out
On the way things ought to be

Where money isn’t worshipped,
where the prideful are the poor.
I’m wishing for a place, that isn’t anymore.

Oh I’m wishing for a timewarp
A 1950’s kinda pace
This world that spins around us
Has become a worn down place
If there’s any hope around me
Please sing this song with me
Let’s get the country word out
On the way things ought to be