Thinking of the little girl who plotting her escape
From the room where she's been grounded for staying up too late
Is also planning to have cookies, but don't tell her dad
If it weren't for the kitchen stool, she'd never reach the jar
They'll say I'm a fool
Yet here I stand
Writing a song for a stool
Thinking of the peaceful man who looking at his town
Draws the rooftops and the church the second time around
They told him he should never sit, that beauty comes with pain
Looks at his canvas from his stool, knows he'd have done the same
They'll say I'm a fool
Yet here I stand
Writing a song for a stool
Thinking of the girl and boy who madly fell in love
He plays the guitar, she loves that, though he just plays three chords
Sneaking through the first floor window as soon as lights go out
He brought a stool although he'd said he wouldn't need help for that
They'll say I'm a fool
Yet here I stand
Writing a song for a stool
Thinking of the tired man who just works afternoons
He knows the paintings, knows the names, knows each way to each room
He hides his books, reads on the job, unmoving as a stone
Up there as his pivot stool befits him like a throne
They'll say I'm a fool
Yet here I stand
Writing a song for a stool
Thinking of the timeless friends who no matter the day
Will gather 'round the bar tonight with nothing more to say
The barman on the other side knows the unspoken rule
To finally join this mournful lot, he'll need to have a stool
They'll say I'm a fool
Yet here I stand
Writing a song for a stool
Thinking of me after all now that I wrote this song
There's no better friend indeed with whom to play along
If they ever make me sing with armrests on my side
My guitar and I will regret the stool we sat on with pride
My guitar and I will regret the stool we sat on with pride
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Thinking of the little girl who plotting her escape
From the room where she's been grounded for staying up too late
Is also planning to have cookies, but don't tell her dad
If it weren't for the kitchen stool, she'd never reach the jar
They'll say I'm a fool
Yet here I stand
Writing a song for a stool
Thinking of the peaceful man who looking at his town
Draws the rooftops and the church the second time around
They told him he should never sit, that beauty comes with pain
Looks at his canvas from his stool, knows he'd have done the same
They'll say I'm a fool
Yet here I stand
Writing a song for a stool
Thinking of the girl and boy who madly fell in love
He plays the guitar, she loves that, though he just plays three chords
Sneaking through the first floor window as soon as lights go out
He brought a stool although he'd said he wouldn't need help for that
They'll say I'm a fool
Yet here I stand
Writing a song for a stool
Thinking of the tired man who just works afternoons
He knows the paintings, knows the names, knows each way to each room
He hides his books, reads on the job, unmoving as a stone
Up there as his pivot stool befits him like a throne
They'll say I'm a fool
Yet here I stand
Writing a song for a stool
Thinking of the timeless friends who no matter the day
Will gather 'round the bar tonight with nothing more to say
The barman on the other side knows the unspoken rule
To finally join this mournful lot, he'll need to have a stool
They'll say I'm a fool
Yet here I stand
Writing a song for a stool
Thinking of me after all now that I wrote this song
There's no better friend indeed with whom to play along
If they ever make me sing with armrests on my side
My guitar and I will regret the stool we sat on with pride
My guitar and I will regret the stool we sat on with pride
From the room where she's been grounded for staying up too late
Is also planning to have cookies, but don't tell her dad
If it weren't for the kitchen stool, she'd never reach the jar
They'll say I'm a fool
Yet here I stand
Writing a song for a stool
Thinking of the peaceful man who looking at his town
Draws the rooftops and the church the second time around
They told him he should never sit, that beauty comes with pain
Looks at his canvas from his stool, knows he'd have done the same
They'll say I'm a fool
Yet here I stand
Writing a song for a stool
Thinking of the girl and boy who madly fell in love
He plays the guitar, she loves that, though he just plays three chords
Sneaking through the first floor window as soon as lights go out
He brought a stool although he'd said he wouldn't need help for that
They'll say I'm a fool
Yet here I stand
Writing a song for a stool
Thinking of the tired man who just works afternoons
He knows the paintings, knows the names, knows each way to each room
He hides his books, reads on the job, unmoving as a stone
Up there as his pivot stool befits him like a throne
They'll say I'm a fool
Yet here I stand
Writing a song for a stool
Thinking of the timeless friends who no matter the day
Will gather 'round the bar tonight with nothing more to say
The barman on the other side knows the unspoken rule
To finally join this mournful lot, he'll need to have a stool
They'll say I'm a fool
Yet here I stand
Writing a song for a stool
Thinking of me after all now that I wrote this song
There's no better friend indeed with whom to play along
If they ever make me sing with armrests on my side
My guitar and I will regret the stool we sat on with pride
My guitar and I will regret the stool we sat on with pride
Writer: Yorick Vinesse
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid