Hemingway, 74 rue de Cardinal

[Verse 1]

I'm no Hemingway in Paris

Sketching stories in the rain

I don't dream in masterpieces

No, I drown it in champagne

I thought we'd make it to the end

I thought I'd be a better person than I am

I'm no Dylan in the Village

Putting typewriters to shame

I've got stacks of empty paper

I've got nothing to my name

I wish my heart was not afraid of what is real

[Chorus]

And oh, if I find myself again, will my soul be disappointed in my skin?

And oh if I find my revolution, will I be triumphant or will I be ruined?

I hate I'm leaving you, with no words left to say

[Verse 2]

I'm no Joni in the canyon

Painting pictures with my voice

I'm not out back picking flowеrs

No I'm screaming at the choice

I thought I'd lovе you to the end

I thought I'd be fucking better than I am

I'm no Hemingway in Paris

But I'm drunk to say the least

Thought if I could find some distance

In the silence, I'd find peace

But I'm still fighting in this war

When I know victory ain't what I'm looking for

[Chorus]

And oh, if I find myself again, will my soul be disappointed in my skin?

And oh if I find my revolution, will I be triumphant or will I be ruined?

And oh, if I find myself again, will my soul be disappointed in my skin?

And oh if I find my revolution, will I be triumphant or will I be ruined?

I hate I'm leaving you, with no words left to say

[Outro]

There's no slip of the tongue, when I don't have one

A vacant declaration as a vision of the end

I'm in Oak Park, Illinois, dreaming about the rue du Cardinal

Broken Merlot bottle catching sunrise on an edge

I'm no Hemingway, I'm no Dylan, I'm no Joni, I'm just speechless