Footnote

You showed me poems
By a Liverpool man
You said why don’t you try
And write like him
Would you have me write
In a borrowed hand
For the sake of a quick sale
Chorus song

Refrain.
Regard me as a footnote if you like
But I’ll soon take all the page
Regard me as a footnote if you like 
But I’ll soon take all the page

Hands in my pockets
At the Troubadour
So few songs 
I’d not heard before
Playing for smiles 
In his audience
Yet another man
With another man’s song

I dreamed I was lying 
On a concrete barge
Two dogs were straining 
On the tow path
My hands were keys
Of wafered gold
But my voice was jagged
With violence

4I turned myself 
From your company
Like the tangent
From the circle
But I cannot live
In such abstinence
That’s why I’ve sprung
These words for you