I wrote it with a golf pencil I pulled out of my blazer
A crest sewn on the chest read "Old Gold Rugby Football Club"
Worn at one time by a man that at one time went to Yale
Then he worked a while on Wall Street until the market collapsed
I was in a barroom that was somewhere on the southern shore of Boston
The tender of the bar poured me a whiskey on the house
I have a love for whiskey, I chased it with a beer
I have a love for Boston, and I loved writing it there
I wrote it in a notebook that somebody let me borrow
"Don't use all the paper please, and if you could, bring it back to me tomorrow"
It was a fair request and I was grateful for the loan
I had to jot a thought down I came up with on my own
I wrote it in October and I mention that because
Out of all the months there are I've always liked that one the best
I don't know why I bring this up but there are times I wonder what
Had ever happened to that man I wonder after the collapse
I wrote it in a notebook that somebody let me borrow
"Don't use all the paper please, and if you could, bring it back to me tomorrow"
It was a fair request and I was grateful for the loan
I had to jot a thought down I came up with on my own
I wrote, I wrote it For You
I wrote, I wrote it For You
I wrote, I wrote it For You
I wrote, I wrote it For You
For You!
I wrote it in an hour or so, so really not much longer
I put the pencil in the shot glass and I buttoned up my blazer
I stepped out of the bar into the cold October sun
I must return the notebook, it's not important what I wrote