Cold, cold, cold, cold
Night, night, night,
Dundee
Grey dawn light
Voices I can't understand
I'm 17 I'm on my own
In this strange and scary land
Taxi guy
I've got nowhere else to go
Cause I need a room just any room tonight
I need a place just any space to write
So I'll part my hair
And I'll lie next to the new
I'm making my mark on the page at last
In my very first writer's room
Now I've found my place to write
No more living somebody else's life
Chapter One
A camp bed with no view of life
I'll start a magazine
I'm on my way and everyday I'll write
So I'll part my hair
And I'll lie next to the new
I'm making my mark on the page my friend
In my very first writer's room
Now I've found my place to write
No more living somebody else's life
I picked a city, and wrote it down
Stovies and stew hen
Make my own life
Now I've found my place to write
No more living somebody else's life
Taxi guy