Eleanor McEvoy - Territory Of Poets LYRICS

TERRITORY OF POETS ELEANOR MCEVOY

He's tired of getting up

Tired of life

Tired of working at the same old job

And tired of his wife.

Overcome with a desire

To come of age

Better step aside for Johnny

'Cause he's come to take the stage

Take the stage



He's in the territory of poets

Movin' slow

He's in the territory of moving

But not knowing which way to go.

He hides the ring that's on his finger

Made of gold

He's in the territory of poets

And he's doing what he's told

What he's told



Johnny's looking 'round the bar

For a dance

Once he sets his eye on Sally

She doesn't stand a chance

Though the lines that he's rehearsed

Pass her by

When he asks her for a date

She says, "Friday would be fine.

How 'bout nine?"



He's in the territory of poets

Movin' slow

He's in the territory of moving

But not knowing which way to go.

He hides the ring that's on his finger

Made of gold

He's in the territory of poets

And he's doing what he's told

What he's told



Sally's putting on her dress

Half past eight

Johnny takes a little line of something

Just to keep him straight

Through her shadow and her blush

She shines through

She says her powder makes her feel much better

He says his does too.

His does too.



He's in the territory of poets

Movin' slow

He's in the territory of moving

But not knowing which way to go.

He hides the ring that's on his finger

Made of gold

He's in the territory of poets

And he's doing what he's told

What he's told