Parenthesis - Jimmy Webb

Another draggy week behind me

I wrote a song to help me hide it

I took it to my publishers

With a piece of me inside it

They’ll take it to some record man

And he’ll say «The bridge is loose

And the lyric needs some work

And we’ve got no one to do this number anyway

So good day»

And like a fountainhead of sorrow

That has no place for flowing

The part of me that lingers there

Will have no field for growing

And will die there on some dusty shelf

In the subtl suffocation of the part of me I gave

And thn soon I’ll write a song the way the others do

Then I’ll be dead too

And like a fire slowly dying

As one by one the embers blacken

I miss the pieces of myself

That no one ever warmed themselves beside

Another draggy week before me

And somewhere a sum will find me

I’ll slice another piece apart

And leave it there behind me

But perhaps I’ll write a hit this year

And you’ll know me well, I’ll have my name there underneath the singer

Look for the smallest letters and that’s where I’ll be;

In parenthesis