Nothing More - Birch Book

No, I don’t need four you to tell me

That you think my song worthwile

Don’t need your fashion advice to keep up with the style

Don’t want to be your brother or your mentor our your friend

I’ve no need to ne the dartboard when yor ego’s on the mend

Don’t want to be the table where you can play your card

And hide away the shark behind your easy mellow-man façade

You don’t have nothing I want

And there ain’t nothing more I have to give you

Go your own way.

mark your own time

You never knew me, you never were the kind

So smoke away your trouble

Put some solor in your dream

And you can play the good time boy, it’s all as it’s been

And give your best impression of an impassioned soul

But be sure that there’s some girl around to fill up your little hole

And hold hold up all the conceits of your urban cool

And keep up with your style

Lest without it there an’t nothing left to show

You don’t have nothing I want

And there ain’t nothing more I have to give you

Go your own way.

mark your own line

Don’t think about me, you haven’t got the time

I have no open house for a thief and his designs

If you fooled me, you’re sure to fool some others with your rhymes

So when you look out from the stage to estimate your worth

From the hangers-on the sycophants

The hipsters and so forth

You won’t see the broken mirror

When you cannot see your self

If you never known a true friend

You may not notice when you’ve no friends left

You don’t have nothing I want

And there ain’t nothing more I have to give you

Go your own way.

mark your own time

You never knew me, you never were the kind