Uninspired Lyrics - The Conells

Well, the steel in his strings 

Cuts into his fingers 

And the lines that are left 

He knows so well 

And the words that he screams 

Sift through the smoke and sweat 

While his wandering mind 

Tries to tell 

To tell him he's uninspired 

In some weary, absent way 

To tell him he's simply tired 

Then the sound rolls in 

And lifts him up and in 

To the place he should've been 

Then the sound rolls in 

And lifts him up and in 

And when all has been drained 

He wrestles with the feeling 

Of an unfelt refrain 

That he knew too well 

And the words that he hears 

Because they compliment 

Are the words that he fears 

Because they tell 

They tell him he's uninspired 

In some weary absent way 

They tell him he's simply hired here 

Then the sound rolls in 

And lifts him up and in 

To the place he should've been 

Then the sound rolls in