Rewrite - Live In New York / 2011

One, two, one, two, three

I'm workin' on my rewrite, that's right, gonna change the ending
I'm gonna throw away the title and toss it in the trash
Every minute after midnight, all the time I'm spending
Is just for workin' on my rewrite, that's right, gonna turn it into cash

I've been workin' at the Car Wash, I consider it my day job
'Cause it's really not a paid job but that's where I am
Everybody says, "The old guy workin' at the Car Wash?"
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, thank you for listening to my prayer"

I'm workin' on my rewrite, that's right, gonna change the ending
I'm gonna throw away the title and toss it in the trash
Every minute after midnight, all the time I'm spending
Is just for workin' 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 you really meant no harm
Gonna substitute a car chase and a race across the rooftops
Where 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, thank you for listening to my prayer"

Workin' on my rewrite, rewrite, rewrite

Thank you!