Washing dishes at a no-name diner Worked his way up to line cook on the weekdays But his daydream is burning His dish towel her turned in Another dead-end job on a poet's resumé
So, he followed a lover out west Where the sun sets on Pacific palisades When she slept with an old boyfriend It tore him up to no end Put all that pain in a poet's resumé
When you work in heartache you still earn those callouses Words on a napkin in dead languages Everybody loves him but no one ever stays Another whiskey to unwind Another less than perfect rhyme Another wasted line on a poet's resumé
Fine line between being free and being lonely It's blood from a stone and stoned on Percocet He don't believe in God but he's praying He'll find something worth saying In a new way no one's ever heard it said
When you work in heartache you still earn those callouses Words on a napkin in dead languages Everybody loves him but no one ever stays Another whiskey to unwind Another less than perfect rhyme Another wasted line on a poet's resumé
And he knows it's in his blood His blood is on the page And the page will always turn That't how it goes when you're young When the only thing you're scared of is running out of words
When you work in heartache you still earn those callouses Words on a napkin in dead languages Everybody loves him but no one ever stays Another whiskey to unwind Another less than perfect rhyme Maybe this will be the line on a poet's resuméTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
