And I am a writer, writer of fictions
I am the heart that you call home
And I’ve written pages upon pages
Trying to rid you from my bones
The Decemberists, The Engine Driver
And I am a writer, writer of fictions
I am the heart that you call home
And I’ve written pages upon pages
Trying to rid you from my bones
The Decemberists, The Engine Driver
I just voted-what a tough choice too, because they are all worthy.
Good luck with the contest!