Writer

Everyday I write down how I feel

Stop now and then to take a meal

You can join me if you'd like

I see you looking through the window some nights

These days it comes out in a flood

I take my heart and I write down all the dust

It has been quiet a life

Got an appetite

You seem the quiet type

Are you gonna stand there all day?

Just standing in my way

Staring at my face

Like a tennis game

Like a wedding day

In a picture frame

In a picture frame

I was married once, did I tell you that?

He wore white and I wore black

And when they took his body away

I thought "That's a shame

That's an awful shame"

I would have liked to see him again

But I'm a writer now and everything is sunny

I put down all these words for the money

Here's something we could do

I could spend it all on you

There is no end to the shoes we could be wearing

Are you gonna stand there all day?

Just standing in my way

Staring at my face

Like a tennis game

Like a wedding day

In a picture frame

In a picture frame

Well if I'm talking too much let me know

If I'm talking too much tell me so

Well here's something if you're gonna say

Why don't you start with your name?

Well if I'm talking too much tell me so

If I'm talking too much let me know

Well here's something that you could say

Why don't you start with your name?

Why don't you start with your name?