The Trouble With Poets lyrics

Artist  : Peter Mulvey 
Song : The Trouble With Poets
 








  
 
 
 
 
 
 
  








The trouble with poets is they talk too
much
They tell us it hurts them a little
more
And we cannot tell if they make this
up
We've never stood in their shoes, in skins,
in their heads, on their shores

The trouble
with you is you drive me nuts
I cannot tell
what's behind your smile
What can we find just
to lift us up
Just for tonight, for a time, for
the sake us of all for awhile

I know it's
only trouble
I know it makes us real
I wish
that peace of mind was something I could
steal

The trouble with shoes is they come
untied
You might take a fall down the
stairs
And a poet might come along and say,
"Ain't that just like life"
I think
the trouble with poets is they see poetry
everywhere

I know it's only trouble
I
know it makes us real
But I could use just a
month or two or ten to heal

The trouble
with time is it don't go back
Or maybe that
trouble is with you and me
We are so scared of
that fato black
That we'll push and we'll pull
and we'll do anything to be free

Oh no, I
push I struggle
I know it's just the deal
I
know it's only trouble
Oh, I know it is what
makes us
But I think sometimes, no body
knows
Nobody knows
Not even poets
know
How I feel