Is this me I'll say it to myself so you don't think that I'm crazy This club is soulless and I think that I would rather be Writing the pages of a book that you'll read quietly Inside your house all by yourself, that's where I want to be Rock and roll I never aimed to own the stage or to sell my soul I'd rather write a book with characters whose lives unfold And bring you coffee in the morning when outside it's cold While you read the first draft all you say is 'this is gold' In a dream That's where I am until I find the literary stream And then I'll swim to save my life And write a book about your wife And how she sits inside her house all day and writes and writes The pages bound, the crowd applauding at the writer's fair Each person takes a copy home to bed and Holds it there Holds it there Holds it there