Текст песни I Write The Book - Live 1992 - Patty Griffin

I'm over here, and it's cold
I'm writing recipes, baby, for growing old
Growing old, oh, mean and alone
Oh, baby, pick up the phone
This pain in my heart
Has been with me through the ages
And I walk it around like a very old friend

It goes everywhere I go
It's been everywhere I've been
There's something shiny in my pocket
It's the key to my heart
Why don't you wanna unlock it?

I write the book on loneliness
I write the poem on pain
I'm the obituary in the newspaper
Lying out in the pouring rain

It used to be, babe
Good between us
I don't know how to explain
We used to be Adonis and Venus
Now we're the water flowing down the drain

Don't wanna be bad
Don't wanna lie
Don't wanna make you mad
And I don't wanna die, yeah
Knowing we're apart for the rest of our lives
Cutting through me like a knife
I've been eating your crops like a big old locust
Now I wanna, I'm gonna be a little more in focus

I write the book on loneliness
I write the poem on pain
I'm the obituary in the newspaper
Lying out in the pouring rain, babe

I write the book on loneliness
I write the poem on pain
I'm the obituary in the newspaper
Lying out in the pouring rain, babe

I melt a little bit
All of them fall a little bit
I melt a little bit
All of them fall, all of them fall
I'm the obit-, oh
I'm the obit-, oh
I'm the obituary, babe

Ooh, I don't know how
I write the book
Hmm, yeah
Thank you

Thank you
Guten Abend to all of you, um
This is all the German I know, I'm afraid
That and "bitte", I guess bitte is a very important word here in Germany
It's been great to be here in, uh, in Bremen for the past few days
Really enjoying my stay at the lovely city