The Writer

Throw me a line, set my sails I've been down running wild in my head Chapter one, I come undone Like the talk of grand religions over lunch But oh, to be alone Roving like a vagabond, I feel so tired But I'm the writer Chapter to be continued It's easier to sit around feeling blue Chapter three weeks in need What's a little longer on the themes? But oh, to be alone Roving like a vagabond, I feel so tired But I'm the writer And if I've got to, I'll write you Once I find my verse I'll give you everything I've got First, I just need to find the plot But oh, to be alone Roving like a vagabond, I feel so tired But I'm the writer I'm the writer I'm the writer I'm the writer I'm the writer