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
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?
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
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