From the recording The Knife
Lyrics
He takes his pen, he takes his paper,
He writes the story, and says see you later,
I believe man, he is all alone,
I believe the story of that man goes on and on...
He takes the book, he takes the phone,
He writes the song, and takes it home.
He looks around, he takes some stock,
He looks at the bar, then looks at the clock.
His eyes stare out and past the dock,
At the things a comin' and the things that are not,
He sees the light, he points his camera,
The subject smiles, and feels the karma.
He eats his steak, He tips the waiter,
Ignores his wife, like a burnt potato...