This isn't a man being worried
This is a note for a ghost
We have tried to be willing
Broken rules
Oh where do we go?
Is there really nothing I'd rather do
Than write a poem
Is there really nothing I'd rather do
Than write a poem
This is the journey I chose
This is the journey
Found myself by the bottle
Oh where did that month go
Living day to day hungry
For something different
Is there really nothing I'd rather do
Than write a poem
Is there really nothing I'd rather do
Than write a poem
This is the journey I chose
This is the journey