Territory Of Poets Lyrics - Eleanor Mcevoy

He's tired of getting up 

Tired of life 

Tired of working at the same old job 

And tired of his wife 

Overcome with a desire 

To come of age 

Better step aside for Johnny 

'Cause he's come to take the stage 

Take the stage 

He's in the territory of poets 

Movin' slow 

He's in the territory of moving 

But not knowing which way to go 

He hides the ring that's on his finger 

Made of gold 

He's in the territory of poets 

And he's doing what he's told 

What he's told 

Johnny's looking 'round the bar 

For a dance 

Once he sets his eye on Sally 

She doesn't stand a chance 

Though the lines that he's rehearsed 

Pass her by 

When he asks her for a date 

She says, Friday would be fine 

How 'bout nine? 

He's in the territory of poets 

Movin' slow 

He's in the territory of moving 

But not knowing which way to go 

He hides the ring that's on his finger 

Made of gold 

He's in the territory of poets 

And he's doing what he's told 

What he's told 

Sally's putting on her dress 

Half past eight 

Johnny takes a little line of something 

Just to keep him straight 

Through her shadow and her blush 

She shines through 

She says her powder makes her feel much better 

He says his does too 

His does too 

He's in the territory of poets 

Movin' slow 

He's in the territory of moving 

But not knowing which way to go 

He hides the ring that's on his finger 

Made of gold 

He's in the territory of poets 

And he's doing what he's told 

What he's told