it's getting warmer
whoa, I can't just hang around
you know I love cold weather
I love the winter style
I put my glasses on and look into the clouds
and bury your golden sand

well now you know me and I got to run
I don't go no deeper, I'm sure
just take the money, take it all, have fun I can't pre-
tend to be rich with you no more
whoa-no-no-no whoa-oh-oh-oh there ain't no way to be writer in your
palace in the sun
whoa-no-no-no-no there ain't no way to be a writer in your
palace in the sun

hey babe it's nothing(??) but you told me not to call you that
but maybe you need to hear it now and then
it's getting harder, whoa, it's messing with my head
I will pawn all my books again

well now you know me and I got to run
I don't go no deeper, I'm sure
just take the money, take it all, have fun I can't pre-
tend to be rich with you no more
whoa-no-no-no whoa-oh-oh-oh there ain't no way to be writer in your
palace in the sun
whoa-no-no-no-no there ain't no way to be a writer in your
palace in the sun