I’d be at the diner now
But you’re not allowed to smoke inside
And I can’t afford to compromise
the few devices that I have
that help me write.
I gotta smoke
I gotta be alone.
Frequently I’ve gotta burn one
to my dome, or two
It helps me figure out
what a saxophone would do.
So I can have a melody
One that I can stick
inside of you.
And you can hum it
on your way to
wherever you go
And if I’m lucky
you will start to think that
even though your girlfriend
doesn’t understand
why you’re always sad
There’s someone who knows exactly that.
That’s me, I’m the lyricist
It’s not my job
It’s my disposition
I gotta let you know
this life is rich
We’re not alone
You see it’s really me, that I’m trying to convince
That’s me, I’m the lyricist
It’s not my job
It’s my disposition
I gotta let you know
this life is rich
We’re not alone
You see it’s really me, that I’m trying to convince


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The Lonesome Ballad of Lonesome Boy song meanings
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