put the book back on the shelf

Like getting blood out of a stone

The city left you lost and gone

You came to dance, but there's no poignancy
When they all leave you standing alone

The wider issues of the day

Just pass you by, you're gonna pay

For looking at the floor

When people talk to you

You wrote a book about yourself

The people left it on the shelf

You'll write another one

Now you've got a story that's worth talking about