Rewrite

- by Paul Simon

I've been working on my rewrite, that's right
I'm gonna change the ending
Gonna throw away my title
And toss it in the trash
Every minute after midnight
All the time I'm spending
It's just for working on my rewrite
Gonna turn it into cash

I've been working at the carwash
I consider it my day job
'Cause it's really not a pay job
But that's where I am
Everybody says the old guy working at the carwash
Hasn't got a brain cell left since Vietnam

But I say help me, help me, help me, help me
Thank you!
I'd no idea
That you were there
When I said help me, help me, help me, help me
Whoa! Thank you, for listening to my prayer

I've been working on my rewrite, that's right

I'm gonna change the ending

Gonna throw away my title

And toss it in the trash

Every minute after midnight

All the time I'm spending

It's just for working on my rewrite, that's right

Gonna turn it into cash

I'll eliminate the pages

Where the father has a breakdown

And he has to leave the family

But he really meant no harm

I'm gonna substitute a car chase

And a race across the rooftops

When the father saves the children

And he holds them in his arms

And I say help me, help me, help me, help me

Thank you!

I'd no idea

That you were there

When I said help me, help me, help me, help me

Whoa! Thank you, for listening to my prayer

- from The New Yorker - February 28, 2011