Hiding All Away

"You searched through all my poets From Sappho through to Auden I saw the book fall from your hands As you slowly died of boredom

I had been there, dear, and I was not there anymore I had been there, dear, now I'm hiding all away

You walked into the Hall of Fame And approached my imitators Some were stuffin' their faces with caviar Some were eatin' cold potatoes

Well I was hidin', dear, I was hiding all away I was hidin', dear, I was hiding all away"

It's all right there.....