Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Poems Written With A Borrowed Pen, artist - Tom Paxton. Album song It Ain't Easy, in the genre Date of issue: 20.10.1991
Record label: Concord, Rounder
Song language: English
Poems Written With A Borrowed Pen |
| Holdin' on till the morning comes |
| Holdin' a mug between two thumbs |
| I’m gonna pay for this coffee with some awful nerves |
| Writing the same old lines again |
| Using a borrowed ball-point pen |
| The poet mostly gets the poem he deserves |
| But poems written with a borrowed pen |
| Won’t bring you back to me again, oh darling |
| I’m stuck here for the rest of my life, oh darling |
| It’s so hard without you, day by day by day |
| Thinking about the best of times |
| Didn’t we hear the midnight chimes |
| Didn’t we grow together; |
| didn’t we have it all |
| Sometimes life can seem insane |
| You woke up in a little pain |
| Next thing the head-nurse wakes me with a midnight call |
| And poems written with a borrowed pen |
| Won’t bring you back to me again, oh darling |
| I’m stuck here for the rest of my life, oh, darling |
| It’s so hard without you, day by day by day |
| A hundred times a day I do familiar things |
| I start to read the paper and the telephone rings |
| I listen for your footsteps, wondering who it can be |
| Then the pain comes down like a blanket, there’s no |
| -one here but me |
| There’s no-one here but me |
| Reading the papers through again |
| Trouble for the president’s men |
| Revolutions out there, shaking the old regimes |
| Spilling coffee on the table top |
| I know these tears have got to stop |
| I know they see me as a man who lives in his dreams |
| But poems written with a borrowed pen |
| Won’t bring you back to me again, oh darling |
| I’m stuck here for the rest of my life, oh, darling |
| It’s so hard without you, day by day by day |
| A hundred times a day I do familiar things |
| I start to read the paper and the telephone rings |
| I listen for your footsteps, wondering who it can be |
| Then the pain comes down like a blanket, there’s no |
| -one here but me |
| There’s no-one here but me |
| Holding on till the morning comes |
| Holding a mug between two thumbs |
| I’m gonna pay for this coffee with some awful nerves |
| Writing the same old lines again |
| Using a borrowed ball-point pen |
| The poet mostly gets the poem he deserves |
| But poems written with a borrowed pen |
| Won’t bring you back to me again, oh darling |
| I’m stuck here for the rest of my life, oh, darling |
| It’s so hard without you, day by day by day |
| It’s so hard without you, day by day by da |