Notebook

[A]I showed him my [D]notebook
[A]The underside [D]of my soul released
[A]In scribbles on [D]pages
[A]He smiled and [Aadd9]held my [A]hand

I knew that he would see
For he dreams of touching beauty too
There has to be more than
The work day

[C#m]He's painting [Bm]houses
[C#m]He's painting [Bm]houses for awhile
[C#m]Then home to his [Bm]canvas
[A]Coming to [D]life

VERSE progression repeat:
I write in my notebook
This feeling it takes me by surprise
In thoughts that I don't know
That I have

They're hidden by useless facts that I
Compile at the office where I work
Where there is no time for
Feeling anything

CHORUS progression repeat:
You see I just work there
To finance the real life that begins
With scribbles on pages
And thoughts of how and why

VERSE progression repeat:
Museums on Sundays
Whenever we can we both go
And stay there for hours
Feeding our spirit

CHORUS progression repeat:
And beauty is still free
And beauty is not exclusive
And beauty is ours to
Touch and to know
Touch and to know

VERSE progression repeat without Aadd9:
And don't you think there's more
I really have to know
Don't you think there's more to life? (2X)
Don't you think there's more to life? (3X)