The Respected Mr. Smith Lyrics

Mr. Smith, of course it is so nice to finally meet you

You know I'm on your side

And I'll make sure your demons don't defeat you

The sun is shining, it's a warm September fifth

The possibilities are endless, Mr. Smith

Mr. Smith, now, this is just a friendly word of warning

The night can bring epiphanies

But she'll try to pin you down, come morning

She'll produce the ledger of your love, a monolith

Better get yourself back to Boston, Mr. Smith

I used to be a little bit like you

Much less respected, but bad timing with a lady, too

What will you do

Mr. Smith, art is like a cruel red-haired mistress

She'll give you what you want

But then she'll ring your wife up when she's listless, and

Tell her all the stories of the people you've been with

But you can just erase and start all over, Mr. Smith

Mr. Smith, don't you know there is no magic potion

To get your life on track

Or to put your poetry in motion, when

Every word you write comes out looking like a hieroglyph

Will you just admit you need her, Mr. Smith

Now here we go again, can't you come clean

You scratch out clever lines that she's grown tired of reading between

You both know what I mean

Oh Smith, I hope that you don't mind I call you mister

By now you've gotta realize

I really only want to know your sister

And if I can't have her, I'll just perpetuate the myth

That all of this was just to help you, Mr. Smith