Every song falls short of the glory of what a song could be. That's why the urge is there to start again and yet again. Often it's the fault of rhyme. I've discovered a hundred times that there just aren't enough rhymes to say what I wanted to say, so I said something else instead. Sometimes it was a better thing, but the thing I meant to say went unsaid. So there's an opening for another song.
Robert HunterThere is a road, no simple highway, between the dawn and the dark of night, and if you go, no one may follow, that path is for your steps alone.
Robert Hunter