Love this song

This was on the radio as I was waking up this morning. I love it.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ERfK6G_7SvY

The Trouble With Poets by Peter Mulvey

The trouble with poets is they talk too much
They tell us it hurts them a little more
And we cannot tell if they make this up
We've never stood in their shoes, in their skins, in their heads, on their shores

The trouble with you is you drive me nuts
I cannot tell what's behind your smile
What can we find just to lift us up
Just for tonight, for a time, for the sake of us all, for awhile

I know it's only trouble
I know it makes us real
I wish that peace of mind was something I could steal

The trouble with shoes is they come untied
You might take a fall down the stairs
And a poet might come along and say, "Ain't that just like life"
I think the trouble with poets is they see poetry everywhere

I know it's only trouble
Here I am at the bottom of the stairs
Begging you, poet, please, for a few small repairs

The trouble with time is it don't go back
Or maybe that trouble is with you and me
We are so scared of that fade to black
That we'll push and we'll pull and we'll do anything to be free

Oh lord, I push, I struggle
I know it's just the deal
I know it's only trouble
Oh, I know it is what makes us real
But I think nobody knows
Nobody knows
Not even poets know
How they feel

Trouble with poets is they talk too much