Lyrics Writers Retreat! - Lloyd Cole

Writers Retreat!

When you get back from the writers retreat, I won’t be waiting
When you head out to the shack in the woods, I won’t be there
I won’t be lying beside your pool
I won’t be watching the world turn blue
Because I’m already gone
You can get a beat from a broken heart
You could write the book while falling apart
You can have it all save the one you want
Going for a song
Did you have nothing to do on this fine afternoon but to write?
But you’ve got nothing today so you crank out another screenplay
About a writer without ideas
And her lover she pushes away when he gets too near
You can get a beat from a broken heart
You could write the book while falling apart
You can have it all save the one you want
Going for a song
Who did you meet at the writers retreat?
Where did you sleep at the writers retreat?
What did you write at the writers retreat?
You wanna play the crying game
I don’t wanna hear the crying game
You can get a beat from a broken heart
You could write the book while falling apart
You can have it all save the one you want
Going for a song