Territory Of Poets
He's tired of getting up
Tired of life
Tired of working at the same old job
And tired of his wife.
Overcome with a desire
To come of age
Better step aside for Johnny
'Cause he's come to take the stage
Take the stage
He's in the territory of poets
Movin' slow
He's in the territory of moving
But not knowing which way to go.
He hides the ring that's on his finger
Made of gold
He's in the territory of poets
And he's doing what he's told
What he's told
Johnny's looking 'round the bar
For a dance
Once he sets his eye on Sally
She doesn't stand a chance
Though the lines that he's rehearsed
Pass her by
When he asks her for a date
She says, "Friday would be fine.
How 'bout nine?"
He's in the territory of poets
Movin' slow
He's in the territory of moving
But not knowing which way to go.
He hides the ring that's on his finger
Made of gold
He's in the territory of poets
And he's doing what he's told
What he's told
Sally's putting on her dress
Half past eight
Johnny takes a little line of something
Just to keep him straight
Through her shadow and her blush
She shines through
She says her powder makes her feel much better
He says his does too.
His does too.
He's in the territory of poets
Movin' slow
He's in the territory of moving
But not knowing which way to go.
He hides the ring that's on his finger
Made of gold
He's in the territory of poets
And he's doing what he's told
What he's told
Território dos Poetas
Ele tá cansado de se levantar
Cansado da vida
Cansado de trabalhar no mesmo emprego de sempre
E cansado da esposa.
Dominado por um desejo
De amadurecer
É melhor sair do caminho do Johnny
Porque ele veio pra brilhar
Pra brilhar
Ele tá no território dos poetas
Se movendo devagar
Ele tá no território do movimento
Mas sem saber pra onde ir.
Ele esconde o anel que tá no dedo
Feito de ouro
Ele tá no território dos poetas
E tá fazendo o que mandam
O que mandam
Johnny tá olhando ao redor do bar
Procurando uma dança
Assim que ele vê a Sally
Ela não tem chance nenhuma
Embora as falas que ele ensaiou
Passem por ela
Quando ele a convida pra sair
Ela diz: "Sexta tá de boa.
Que tal às nove?"
Ele tá no território dos poetas
Se movendo devagar
Ele tá no território do movimento
Mas sem saber pra onde ir.
Ele esconde o anel que tá no dedo
Feito de ouro
Ele tá no território dos poetas
E tá fazendo o que mandam
O que mandam
Sally tá se vestindo
Às oito e meia
Johnny dá uma cheirada em algo
Só pra se manter na linha
Através da sombra e do rubor dela
Ela brilha
Ela diz que o pó deixa ela se sentindo melhor
Ele diz que o dele também.
O dele também.
Ele tá no território dos poetas
Se movendo devagar
Ele tá no território do movimento
Mas sem saber pra onde ir.
Ele esconde o anel que tá no dedo
Feito de ouro
Ele tá no território dos poetas
E tá fazendo o que mandam
O que mandam.