The Trouble With Poets lyrics

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,