With a blunted pencil in hand
Madness on the farm
He's got to find the right words to remind
And write another line
The dye is all around
His shirt stained some
The sound surrounds
Crickets underground
He's never done
He's never done
Letters of his passion
Always out of view
Never taking action
Keep it out of view
These letters I will scribe
Devoting my time
I've got something to share with you
If you want to take a look inside
In some
Far city from his home
One unknown
A Cinderella on the phone
But does she know
The works he has to show
Pick a random town
Some address that he found
And send it on down
And send it on down
And let some stranger know
Letters of his passion
Always out of view
Never taking action
Keep it out of view
These letters I will scribe
Devoting my time
I've got something to share with you
If you want to have a look inside
Made it on his own
Made it on his own
Made it on his own
Made it on his own
Made it on his own
Made it on his own