Was it you who spoke the words that things would happen but not to me?
while things are gonna happen naturally
Oh, taking your advice I’m looking on the bright side
And balancing the whole thing.

Oh, but at often times those words get tangled up in lines
And the bright light turns to night
Oh, until the dawn it brings
Another day to sing about the magic that was you and me

Cause you and I both loved
What you and I spoke of
And others only read of
Others only dream of, of the love
Of the love that I loved

See I’m all about them words
Over numbers, unencumbered numbered words;
Hundreds of pages, pages, pages for words.
More words than I had ever heard, and I