I'm workin' on my rewrite, that's right
Gonna change the ending
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 been workin' at the car wash
I consider it my day job
'Cause it's really not a pay 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
Ohhh
Thank you
I'd no idea
That you were there

When I said help me, help me
Help me, help me
Ohhh
Thank you
For listening to my prayer

I'm workin' on my rewrite, that's right
Gonna change the ending
Gonna throw away my 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
But he 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

I said
Help me, help me
Help me, help me
Ohh
Thank you
I'd no idea
That you were there

When I said
Help me, help me
Help me, help me
Ohhh
Thank you
For listening to my prayer

Workin' on my rewrite

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Writer(s): PAUL SIMON