Give me something I can write about
Don’t stop now
Restless, hopeful, in silence I wait
There’s no number on the house
Sometimes you have to turn the wrong way round
The birds are headed south
God knows where the satellite’s taking us
Then you turn the wrong way round
And all I want is something I can write about
You get fooled by the lightning every time
Just remember that’s how you get to me
But don’t stop now
See the after image of my outline
But I hang on every word
‘Cause you can’t follow my directions home
No, don’t stop now
We can’t tell what is right in front of us
We will travel through a tunnel in the trees
With a blank piece of paper on the top of my head
Sometimes you get too close to nowhere now
Is the Devil gonna track me down?
Give me something I can cry about
Give me something I can write about
No, don’t stop now
In a church house ten miles out of town
Don’t stop now
