When you get back from the writers retreat I won’t be waiting When you head out to the shack in the woods I won’t be there I won’t be lying beside your pool I won’t be watching the world turn blue because I’m already gone You can get a beat from a broken heart You could write the book while falling apart You can have it all save the one you want Going for a song Did you have nothing to do on this fine afternoon But to write? But you’ve got nothing today so you crank out Another screenplay About a writer without ideas And her lover she pushes away when he gets too near You can get a beat from a broken heart You could write the book while falling apart You can have it all save the one you want Going for a song Who did you meet at the writers retreat? Where did you sleep at the writers retreat? What did you write at the writers retreat? You can get a beat from a broken heart You could write the book while falling apart You can have it all but the one that you want is Going for a song