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