Jonathan lives all on his ownnHe can't have distraction in the homenHe stays locked in most days and nightsnTrying to create while the neighbours fightnnHe says, I don't have any inspirationnAnd my subject matter lacks inventionnnJonathan's writing a book you seenIt's gonna be a masterpiece, a featnHe doesn't have a title or a plotnBut he knows what's good and he knows what's notnnHe says, I don't have any inspirationnAnd my subject matter lacks inventionnIf I only had an opening linenWell I'm sure the rest would turn out finennHe's planning on at least a thousand pagesnIt has to be a story for the agesnBut from War & Peace to How to CooknThere's not much left for Jonathan's booknnHe says, I don't have any inspirationnAnd my subject matter lacks inventionnIf I only had an opening linenWell I'm sure the rest would turn out fine