Erin McKeown - Vera lyrics

Oh Vera, I can't complain but
When, when will you write?
This city is strange and strangely bright
Sooner or later I'll change

Oh Vera, my cough is silent
And Sunset is setting up fine
There's work for me here and here is my work
While we wait for my lungs to dry

Oh Vera, tonight I'm lost
What makes me live for this craft?
I'm going nowhere my music's a bust
Even our neighbours just laugh

Oh Vera, we must see a film
I think that it might change my life
Something with Garland
Who's down on her luck
The kind of picture I like

Oh Vera, I'm full of it now
Who knew that notes could be fun?
I'm counting to twelve and then back to one
I feel I'm a writer again

Oh Vera, I'm truly content
I'm waiting alone for a friend
A helluva poet a Hollywood type
Who turns up the words on their end

Oh Vera, I'm reading the news
I can do nothing but cry
The opera was summer an apple just fell
It's funny how well poets lie