The Songwriter by Tanglefoot Lyrics
Down in the The Glebe among sexy boutiques
She used to cut hair in a place that was chic
But light conversation, her daily refrain
Seems most of her clients had candy-floss brains
Then came the death of her great-uncle Bob
He left her a fortune so she quit her job
She traveled the world hoping to find
Her creative side
Her deeper mind
On an English canal she saw her dream
A boat called The Songwriter
Chorus:
Songwriter, Songwriter, ridin' the waves
Taking my mind to some other place
Where the lights on the shore look stronger and brighter
From the deck of a boat they call The Songwriter
Up in west Yorkshire she found a man
His only ambition was to play in a band
He'd a fiddle, a banjo, and several guitars
Had years of lessons but he never got far
She said, "I don't know maybe you're just afraid
What people might see if you were on the stage
But I saw this boat we could offer to buy
It's a long shot, I know, but I'd love to try!
Just you and me on the wild raging sea
On a boat called the Songwriter!"
Chorus:
Songwriter, Songwriter, ridin' the waves
Taking my mind to some other place
Where the lights on the shore look stronger and brighter
From the deck of a boat they call The Songwriter
She'll tell you that some dreams are just meant to fail
The Songwriter wasn't for sale
So she spent all her money on a place by the sea
An ancient stone cottage; a quaint B&B
The travelers they come from all over the world
Bright conversation around her swirls
She married the Yorkshireman
Now he builds boats
Models to scale
And the one he loves most sits high on the shelf
He named it himself
It's called the Songwriter
Chorus:
Songwriter, Songwriter, ridin' the waves
Taking my mind to some other place
Where the lights on the shore look stronger and brighter
From the deck of a boat they call The Songwriter
She used to cut hair in a place that was chic
But light conversation, her daily refrain
Seems most of her clients had candy-floss brains
Then came the death of her great-uncle Bob
He left her a fortune so she quit her job
She traveled the world hoping to find
Her creative side
Her deeper mind
On an English canal she saw her dream
A boat called The Songwriter
Chorus:
Songwriter, Songwriter, ridin' the waves
Taking my mind to some other place
Where the lights on the shore look stronger and brighter
From the deck of a boat they call The Songwriter
Up in west Yorkshire she found a man
His only ambition was to play in a band
He'd a fiddle, a banjo, and several guitars
Had years of lessons but he never got far
She said, "I don't know maybe you're just afraid
What people might see if you were on the stage
But I saw this boat we could offer to buy
It's a long shot, I know, but I'd love to try!
Just you and me on the wild raging sea
On a boat called the Songwriter!"
Chorus:
Songwriter, Songwriter, ridin' the waves
Taking my mind to some other place
Where the lights on the shore look stronger and brighter
From the deck of a boat they call The Songwriter
She'll tell you that some dreams are just meant to fail
The Songwriter wasn't for sale
So she spent all her money on a place by the sea
An ancient stone cottage; a quaint B&B
The travelers they come from all over the world
Bright conversation around her swirls
She married the Yorkshireman
Now he builds boats
Models to scale
And the one he loves most sits high on the shelf
He named it himself
It's called the Songwriter
Chorus:
Songwriter, Songwriter, ridin' the waves
Taking my mind to some other place
Where the lights on the shore look stronger and brighter
From the deck of a boat they call The Songwriter