Peter Mulvey - The Trouble With Poets Lyrics
The trouble with poets is they talk too muchThey tell us it hurts them a little moreAnd we cannot tell if they make this upWe've never stood in their shoes, in skins, in their heads, on their shoresThe trouble with you is you drive me nutsI cannot tell what's behind your smileWhat can we find just to lift us upJust for tonight, for a time, for the sake us of all for awhileI know it's only troubleI know it makes us realI wish that peace of mind was something I could stealThe trouble with shoes is they come untiedYou might take a fall down the stairsAnd a poet might come along and say,