"Song For Mike Gigliotti"
Where is the fountain pen,
Show me to the dotted line,
Sign me over,
Baby sign me up
Cause I'm sick of all these troubadours,
And I've had enough of bowery folk lore,
And I want nothing I've seen before
I'll go to where her eyes don't see
To where I can be
Where I can feel the breath in me
I see myself in war in June
Marching in a grand platoon,
I'll be the better man,
the one I've never been
Don't you ever call my name
Spell it out between your lips
That use to hold
Our private carnival,
The one I still call home
Don't you ever bite your tongue?
Wrap your lips around your teeth
And swallow deep
The dreams that keep me dear,
Now breathless on your own
Talk, all you do is talk
Talk, all you do is talk
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"Song For Mike Gigliotti"
Where is the fountain pen,
Show me to the dotted line,
Sign me over,
Baby sign me up
Cause I'm sick of all these troubadours,
And I've had enough of bowery folk lore,
And I want nothing I've seen before
I'll go to where her eyes don't see
To where I can be
Where I can feel the breath in me
I see myself in war in June
Marching in a grand platoon,
I'll be the better man,
the one I've never been
Don't you ever call my name
Spell it out between your lips
That use to hold
Our private carnival,
The one I still call home
Don't you ever bite your tongue?
Wrap your lips around your teeth
And swallow deep
The dreams that keep me dear,
Now breathless on your own
Talk, all you do is talk
Talk, all you do is talk
Where is the fountain pen,
Show me to the dotted line,
Sign me over,
Baby sign me up
Cause I'm sick of all these troubadours,
And I've had enough of bowery folk lore,
And I want nothing I've seen before
I'll go to where her eyes don't see
To where I can be
Where I can feel the breath in me
I see myself in war in June
Marching in a grand platoon,
I'll be the better man,
the one I've never been
Don't you ever call my name
Spell it out between your lips
That use to hold
Our private carnival,
The one I still call home
Don't you ever bite your tongue?
Wrap your lips around your teeth
And swallow deep
The dreams that keep me dear,
Now breathless on your own
Talk, all you do is talk
Talk, all you do is talk
Writer: Darren Philip Weiss, Danny Michael Presant
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