Benedict's Blues Elliott Murphy What time are you getting up, and getting up to do what? That's half of the game. Sitting in a sad hotel, counting up the church bells, Isn't that a shame? Found the meaning, tied the knot, Wrote the book and lost the plot, Couldn't find another way To say the same thing every day. I'm calling on Saint Benedict To find the way to make it stick, Looking for some discipline, Staying hungry, keeping thin. Write a love song, have a hit, he did me wrong, oh what she did, It's the same old, same old. Is that all a song can be? I thought a song could set you free, But maybe I was wrong. Find the meaning, tie the knot, Write the book and lose the plot, Could you find another way To say the same thing every day? I'm calling on Saint Benedict To find the way to make it stick, I'm looking for some discipline, I'm staying hungry, keeping thin. Three riders came from out of town, Once was four, but one of them drowned. They asked what's new, what have we missed? Oh, just a little apocalypse. Oh, take the stair to Heaven's Gate, Thelonious Monk on the eighty-eights, Pick out your mansion, choose your chair, Change the color of your hair. Once I had a cat who sat on white paper, and that was that, Never wrote a damn thing. But if he could, I suppose he might take pen in his paw and start to write In the beginning… Find the meaning, tie the knot, Write the book and lose the plot Could you find another way To say the same thing every day? Calling on Saint Benedict To find the way to make it stick, Looking for some discipline, Staying hungry, keeping thin, Keeping thin, keeping thin, Keeping thin.