The Thing About Inspiration

There's a street just off the Fulham Road And a makeshift artists' studio With a stack of vinyl records on a chair Most of them are played to death One stands high above the rest A memory just shook me back to there Three months in that scary place Was all we could afford or face The simple fact of living on the line I moved around a lot since then There's no need for remembering The pile of unpaid bills we left behind That's the thing about inspiration You don't know if you've got it, till you get it or it's gone One unguarded situation It's gonna hit you if it hits you. It won't hang around too long Pot pourri and playing games Three days now it's still the same one Indiana Jones and Sweet Revenge Some things stick as most things fade In my mind those bills are paid Too late now to try to make amends That's the thing about inspiration You don't know when you give it, but you give it all the same No reason, rhyme or explanation You do just what you do to a million little flames We won't go back again Enough to have the memory and the songs Would never be the same A moment, but the moment's come and gone It's been thirty years or more I think Three kids and the kitchen sink A lot of love, a bit of pantomime With all the noise and all the fuss At times it's still the two of us Well, mainly me just drifting back in time To a street just off the Fulham Road In a makeshift artists studio And a stack on vinyl records on the floor All but one are broken now Nothing stays the same somehow Put it on and walk back through the door That's the thing about inspiration You don't know if you've got it, till you get it or it's gone One unguarded situation It's gonna hit you if it hits you. It won't hang around too long That's the thing about inspiration You don't know when you give it, but you give it all the same No reason, rhyme or explanation You do just what you do to a million little flames