You're alone above the street somewhere
  Wondering how you'll ever count out there
    You can walk, you can talk, you can fight
  But inside you've got something to write
  In your hand you hold your only friend
  Never spend your guitar or your pen
  Your guitar or your pen
  Your guitar or your pen
  Your guitar or your pen
  Your guitar or your pen
    When you take up a pencil and sharpen it up
  When you're kicking the fence and still nothing will budge
  When the words are immobile until you sit down
  Never feel they're worth keeping, they're not easily found
  Then you know in some strange, unexplainable way
  You must really have something
  Jumping, thumping, fighting, hiding away
  Important to say
    When you sing through the verse and you end in a scream
  And you swear and you curse 'cause the rhyming ain't clean
  But it suddenly comes after years of delay
  You pick up your guitar, you can suddenly play
  When your fingers are bleeding and the knuckles are white
  Then you can be sure, you can open the door
  Get off of the floor tonight
  You have something to write
    When you want to complain, there's no one can stop you
  But when your music proclaims, there's no one can top you
  You are wearing you heart on your jumping feet
  You've got a head start away from the street
    But is that what you want, to be rich and be gone?
  Could be there's just one thing left in the end
  Your guitar and your pen
    When you sing to your mum, and you hum and you croon
  And she says that she'd like it "with more of a tune"
  And you smash your guitar at the end of the bed
  Then you stick it together and start writing again
  And you know that it won't be too long 'til your back
  To bring her some money, she's calling you "honey"
  Stashed in a bloody great sack
  In your Cadillac
    You're alone
  You're alone
    You're alone above the street somewhere
  Wondering how you'll ever count out there
    You can walk, you can talk, you can fight
  But inside you've got something to write
  In your hand you hold your only friend
  Never spend your guitar or your pen
  Your guitar or your pen
  Your guitar or your pen
  Your guitar or your pen
  Your guitar or your pen
  Your guitar or your pen
  Your guitar or your pen
  Your guitar or your pen
  Your guitar or your pen
    Never spend your guitar or your pen