Paroles de Writer in the sun

From the album mellow yellow

The days of wine and roses are distant days for me.
I dream of the last and the next affair and of girls i'll never see.
And here i sit, the retired writer in the sun,
The retired writer in the sun and i'm blue,
The retired writer in the sun.
Tonight i trod in the starlight, i excused myself with a grin.
I ponder the moon in a silver spoon and the little one 'live within.
And here i sit, the retired writer in the sun,
The retired writer in the sun.
The magazine girl poses on my glossy paper aeroplane
Too many years i spent in the city playing with mr. loss and gain.
And here i sit, the retired writer in the sun,
The retired writer in the sun and i'm blue,
The retired writer in the sun.
I bathe in the sun of the morning, lemon circles swim in the tea
Fishing for time with a wishing line and throwing it back in the sea.
And here i sit, the retired writer in the sun,
The retired writer in the sun and i'm blue,
The retired writer in the sun.