I'm a cat strung out to his last two feet
before the drug's set in,
I've been beat like a horse
But the race has just begun
when there's no one else around
But if the mood is right,
I'm a roamer to the beat of a drum
I'm a writer, I'm a lover
I procrastinate like no oth er
These hats I wear could fill a motel room
this never makes sense to you
It's true, I'll never make sense to
I'm a writer, I'm a lover,
I procrastinate like no oth er
this never makes sense to you, it's true
I'll never make sense to you
I'm a kite strung out to its last two feet
Before the drug's set in,
I've been beat like a horse,
but the race has just begun