songwriter

he sits with the guitar on his knee thinking of love that he's had

if it makes a sound he writes it down he's a songwriter

he's trying to paint little pictures of mountains

turn little teardrops into mighty fountains he's a songwriter

he smiles at the good lines frown at the bad lines

cries with the sad parts rewrites the bad parts he's a songwriter

he looks through the window of life some people think he's a joke

but who can tell the thing might sell he's a songwriter

he's trying to paint. thank you for hearing my tune now i'll get out of your room

it's late you know i've got to go i'm a songwriter

mhm.