The Author Lyrics

I read a book about a man

The cover was what caught my eye

He looked to be the kind of man

I always seem, seem to admire

He's faster than a speeding train

And stronger than I wish I was

But he robs a bank and kills again

This hero's got some kinks and flaws

But can it be that this hero's tied to me

By a chain, a rope or some string

In ways that I don't want to read

It seems the author

Must know things about me

He flies so high, up into space

He's higher than I've made myself

But the ropes are there, this guy's a fake

The truth's so hard, hard to erase

But can it be this hero's tied to me

By a chain, a rope or some string

In ways that I don't want to read

It seems the author

Must know things about me

And though it's hard to read up to the end

Or to believe that I'm one of them

Let's not pretend that they're not around

Those kinds of men

These kinds of men

But can it be that they're all tied to me

By a chain, a rope or some string

In ways that I don't want to read

It seems the author

Must know things about me

About me

About me

About me