Lie of a Poet 

© Andrew Calhoun, 1975  recorded on Water Street.

Written at age 15, a snappy little song 

Just because you can stand in the middle 
Doesn't mean I could 
Your mind is made of castles 
My mind is made of wood 

And you can't cover up my eyes 
No matter how you use your brush and paint 
Two things come as a great surprise 
The lie of a poet, and the sin of a saint 

There's a difference between what I need 
And what I can afford 
Yes, I could run through the streets with you 
But I'm in prison of my own accord 

And you can't cover up my eyes 
No matter how you use your brush and paint 
Two things come as a great surprise 
The lie of a poet, and the sin of a saint