The notebook's aside
Every sentence I write
Is swiftly crossed out before long
And every word that I say seems so foolish the next day
So I keep my eager tongue on a leash
For a fool has his way with his words all the time
Lest the wise man can utter a sound
So I keep all my words locked away for the day
And I sing them when no one's around
Yeah, I sing them when no one's around
In the music of the city
See its ladies lookin' pretty, it can make you feel light on your feet
Put those words to a song, and you still might get it wrong
It's always better if you taste the real thing
For a fool has his way with his words all the time
Lest the wise man can utter a sound
So I keep all my words locked away for the day
And I sing them when no one's around
Yeah, I sing them when no one's around
If I say: Love
You might think of your heartache
Or the bliss that a lover can bring
If I say: God
You might think of a man sitting high in the clouds
Or a glory that the word fails to sound
