When We Were Writers - Indigo Girls

Look a gift horse in the mouth go get a job

Last best deal I ever got was a quarter for a beer on the quad

Nevilles singing on a makeshift stage you sittin' on a towel in the shade

Came from a foreign town and you smoked a joint with Jackson Browne

What if my pain won’t deliver me

What if my stasis crushes me with boredom

If I read into everything you say to me

I will never get the meaning of your words like when you wrote them

When we were writers when we were fighters

Before we found purpose and made deals with God

Let’s pull an all nighter push wood in the fire

It might just look like smoke in my eyes but I’m still burning inside

Some sailed the calmer seas serial monogamy

Best trip I ever took was on the ship that I wrecked and how I got set free

Strange boy in the Vegas summer

Dancing by the pool to a different drummer

Maybe a heat mirage or a message in camouflage

What if I thought that the best of me

Spending my days doing just fine

To short change my true full capacity

And recognize it just when I was running out of time

When we were writers we were igniters

Blisters to callus to scars from the war

The sentence gets tighter the impact grows wider

When nothing is wasted nor chances denied

I’ve had my day in the sun that’s no lie

But I’m still burning inside

The slings and arrows the passage narrows

The story harrowing the word becomes flesh

Wrestle the beast that leaves you diminished

It’s alright you will never be finished

When you’re a writer when you’re a fighter

Easy to be cruel, better to be kind

Plow through the stalks of your heart’s tinder box

Flint to the rock and you’ll find you’re still burning inside

When we were writers

I’m still burning inside

When we were writers