The members of New Religion were sitting down to dinner. Carl asked, "When are wewe going to write our new song, Paul?" Paul said, "I intend to start after dinner." Erin said, "That sounds great. I know you'll have a really good song. You're such a talented songwriter." This made Paul smile. After dinner, Paul went out on the back porch. It was unusually warm for late March in Oak Ridge. He look around for some inspiration. He wrote down the first verse and sang it to himself. Just when he thought he had come up with a great song, something happened. It was something that hadn't happened in a long time. Paul had writer's block. Lola came out and said, "It's getting late, Paul. How's that song coming?" He said, "Not so good. Oh, Lola, I have writer's block." She said, "I'm sure you'll think of something, Paul. Maybe you'll come up with something after a good night's rest." He said, "You're right." After everyone had settled in their beds, Paul tried to go to sleep, but no matter what he did, he couldn't stop thinking about his new song for the band. He tossed and turned. He finally got up and went back to what he had written. He tried to find a chorus. Not wanting to wake anyone, he sung it in his head. He thought, No, that doesn't work. After several failed attempts, he was getting frustrated. He kept on trying until 3:00 am. Finally, he was overcome with exhaustion. He fell asleep in a rather awkward position.