Daniel's Lament Songtext
von Busman's Holiday

Jamie drove all night only to find herself a little bit too late.
Typewriters await; fingers bound to weights that won′t let up.
I've lost my touch. What will I do?

Writers block my mind from ideas to take full shape to manuscript.
Ghosts of words I wrote haunt me through the critics notes I find.
They′re all so kind for my first time.

I can't make a boat again finding that the world's not flat but round.

Lightning strikes a match. Thunderous crowds approach your house with torches flamed.
Failing ambitions; fulfilling expectations of old.
Truth be told, I am scared.

Set ablaze to books that you are fond of; I′ll move on, references gone.
One page I must write. "Just get it done tonight so I can sleep," is what I think. I′m on the brink.


I can't see you. I won′t hear you. I don't need you. I will write this book.

Words spit out like rain onto a page that′s blank with rage that's not no more.
First one took a day. Second one they say is the hardest to write. It′s been a fight. I'm almost there.

Pam took all Fred had finding the things that made him happy all must pass.
Hundred pages down; this book has turned my whole world around.
I once was lost, but now am found.

I can't see you. I won′t hear you. I don′t need you. I will write this book.

Words spit out like rain onto a page that's blank with rage that′s not no more.
First one took a day. Second one they say is the hardest to write. It's been a fight. I′m almost there.

Pam took all Fred had finding the things that made him happy all must pass.
Hundred pages down; this book has turned my whole world around.
I once was lost, but now am found.

I have made a boat again finding that the world's not flat but round.