There's no face just light
A shadow forms a line
Analog hands turn our time
Only tape rewinds
Oh you're the Lennon to my McCartney
You're just writing copies
Writing my copies
Oh you're the Lennon to my McCartney
You're just writing copies
Writing my copies
Down the steps
The piano bench cracks
The microphone reacts
Quadraphonic phonograph
Hear the record scratch
Oh you're the Lennon to my McCartney
You're just writing copies
Writing my copies
Oh you're the Lennon to my McCartney
You're just writing copies
Writing my copies
I see you tap on your typewriter
I see your fingers clutch your pen
I recognize your handwriting every word you read
So pick your poison
Coffee or tea?
The song starts with you
But it ends with me
I'm so tired of these mind games
War is over and it's Christmas day
Oh you're the Lennon to my McCartney
You're just writing copies
Writing my copies
Oh you're the Lennon to my McCartney
You're just writing copies
Writing my copies
Oh you're the Lennon to my McCartney
You're just writing my copies
Writing my copies
Oh you're the Lennon to my McCartney
You're just writing copies
Writing my copies
There's no face just light