I Write The Book

I'm over here and it's cold

I'm writing recipes for growing old

Growing old, mean and alone

Oh, baby, pick up the phone

This pain in my heart

Has been with me through the ages

And I walk IT around like a very old friend

It goes everywhere I go

It's been everywhere I've been

There's something shiny in my pocket

It's the key to my heart

Why don't you unlock it?

I write the book on loneliness

I write the poem on pain

I'm the obituary in the newspaper

Lying out in the pouring rain

It used to be, babe, good between us

I don't know how to explain

We used to be Adonis and Venus

Now we're the water flowing down the drain

Don't wanna be bad

Don't wanna lie

Don't wanna make you mad

And I don't wanna die

Knowing we're apart for the rest of our lives

Cuts through me like a knife

I been eating your crops like a big old locust

Now I wanna be a little more in focus

I write the book on loneliness

I write the poem on pain

I'm the obituary in the newspaper

Lying out in the pouring rain

MUSICAL BREAK

I write the book on loneliness

I write the poem on pain

I'm the obituary in the newspaper

Lying out in the pouring rain

Oh...

And the obit....oh

And the obit....oh

And the obit....everyday

Whoa, oh oh, oh, oh ah...

I write the book