Writers Retreat! - Lloyd Cole

When you get back from the writers retreat, I won’t be waiting

When you head out to the shack in the woods, I won’t be there

I won’t be lying beside your pool

I won’t be watching the world turn blue

Because I’m already gone

You can get a beat from a broken heart

You could write the book while falling apart

You can have it all save the one you want

Going for a song

Did you have nothing to do on this fine afternoon but to write?

But you’ve got nothing today so you crank out another screenplay

About a writer without ideas

And her lover she pushes away when he gets too near

You can get a beat from a broken heart

You could write the book while falling apart

You can have it all save the one you want

Going for a song

Who did you meet at the writers retreat?

Where did you sleep at the writers retreat?

What did you write at the writers retreat?

You wanna play the crying game

I don’t wanna hear the crying game

You can get a beat from a broken heart

You could write the book while falling apart

You can have it all save the one you want

Going for a song