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?