Paroles de Songwriter

He sits with the guitar on his knee Thinking of love that he's had If it makes a sound he writes it down He's the songwriter. He's trying to paint Little pictures of mountains Turn little teardrops into mighty fountains He's the songwriter. He smiles at the good lines Frowns at the bad lines Cries with the sad parts, rewrites the bad parts He's the songwriter. He looks through the window of life Some people think he's a joke But who can tell the thing might sell He's the songwriter. He's trying to paint Little pictures of mountains Turn little teardrops into mighty fountains He's the songwriter. Thank you for hearing my tune Now I'll get out of your room It's late you know I've got to go I'm a songwriter, mhm, mhm...