Patty Griffin 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
