I Am The Master of The Universe
Tapping a biro against a mug
Waiting, but then it happens
We're closing for the day
God is sitting in my office
I've written a song for Bryan Ferry
Nobody but Bryan will do
But I don't know Bryan and
I have no way to get the song to him
Who is humming this to me?
I don't run away from the fire, I run straight towards it
I'm waiting by the phone
For the movie offer for my books
Me and Jericho, roof down, route 66
Undergoing much revision
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