Peter Mulvey The Trouble With Poets
The trouble with poets is they talk too much
They tell us it hurts them a little more
And we cannot tell if they make this up
We've never stood in their shoes, in their skins, in
their heads, on their shores
The trouble with you is you drive me nuts
I cannot tell what's behind your smile
What can we find just to lift us up
Just for tonight, for a time, for the sake of us all
for awhile
I know it's only trouble
I know it makes us real
But I wish that peace of mind was something I could
steal
The trouble with shoes is they come untied
You might take a fall down the stairs
And a poet might come along and say, "Ain't that just
like life"
I think the trouble with poets is they'll see poetry
everywhere
I know it's only trouble
I know it makes us real
But I could use just a month or two or ten to heal
The trouble with time is it don't go back
Or maybe that trouble is with you and me
We are so scared of that fade to black
That we'll push and we'll pull and we'll do anything to
be free
I know, I push a struggle
I know it's just the deal
I know it's only trouble
Oh, I know it's what makes us real
But I know sometimes, no body knows
Nobody knows
Not even poets know
How I feel
The trouble with poets is they talk too much
The trouble with poets is they talk too much
