From the recording Fat Head, Sunday Paper
Lyrics
I’ve been hearing the sound of your voice
I’ve been hearing the sound of your voice
I’m writing
I’m writing
The story of your life
I’ve been busting my ass out here
Been trying to make sense of one single thing
You did pre-‘83
And I been busting my ass out here
Trying to turn every wrong turn you made
Into poetry
I’m writing
I’m writing
The story of your life…
I’m writing
I’m writing
The story of your life
You on the cover of Time Magazine
Black hair, blue eyes, sunny smile,
Under a headline
America’s lonesome hero
You had to wonder,
What does any of it mean?
I thought the same thing this morning
When I was brushing my teeth
Felt like some kind of alien man
I’m writing
I’m writing
The story of your life…
I’m writing
I’m writing
The story of your life
It’s the sad songs that stick with me now
You show me one happy song
Worth half a damn
Give me That Rainy Day
And I been busting my ass out here
I’m digging a hole,
I’m digging for gold
Until it all goes away
I’m writing
I’m writing
The story of your life…
I’m writing
I’m writing
The story of your life
I’m writing
I’m writing…