Tekst piosenki
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 mhm
