Typewriter and Guitar

With your typewriter and your guitar

With your lady in the wings

And an angel inside you sometimes sits and sings

Did you love her better, did you give her more?

Well, maybe all I want to know now

Is why did you do it at all?



Well, maybe it was the time of year,

The way the cards were thrown

Maybe, we're part of the same movie,

Playing in some town



Now my love for you has finally come back home

And I can't laugh at the many times I waited for you to come

And I waited so long to write you this song

For I cannot belong to a time that is finally gone,

(Hmm, la da da da da...)