Two great verses, but where to take the chorus? I slam my hands on the piano in a cacophony of frustration. I keep coming back to this song that doesn't seem to want to be written.
Perhaps it's time to work on something else. I find myself wandering upstairs to sort through boxes of books in my grandfather's library. One stack at a time, organizing.
Amongst the banjo theory and fiddle mastery works, I come across "The Silly Song Book". I open it and scan the lyrics.
"That one-eared cat who used to sit,
Watching grandma rock and knit,
Swallowed a ball of bright red yarn,
And out came her kittens with red sweaters on."
Sometimes you're not really stuck. You just need a reminder that it's not that serious.