Tom: D
A D
I showed him my notebook
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The underside of my soul released
A D
In scribbles on pages
A Aadd9 A
He smiled and held my hand
A D
I knew that he would see
A D
For he dreams of touching beauty too
A D
There has to be more than
A Aadd9 A
The work day
[Chorus]
C#m Bm
He's painting houses
C#m Bm
He's painting houses for awhile
C#m Bm
Then home to his canvas
A D
Coming to life
[Verse]
A D
I write in my notebook
A D
This feeling it takes me by surprise
A D
In thoughts that I don't know
A Aadd9 A
That I have
A D
They're hidden by useless facts that I
A D
Compile at the office where I work
A D
Where there is no time for
A Aadd9 A
Feeling anything
[Chorus]
C#m Bm
You see I just work there
C#m Bm
To finance the real life that begins
C#m Bm
With scribbles on pages
A D
And thoughts of how and why
[Verse]
A D
Museums on Sundays
A D
Whenever we can we both go
A D
And stay there for hours
A Aadd9 A
Feeding our spirit
[Chorus]
C#m Bm
And beauty is still free
C#m Bm
And beauty is not exclusive
C#m Bm
And beauty is ours to
A D
Touch and to know
A D
Touch and to know
[Verse]
A D
And don't you think there's more
A D
I really have to know
A D
Don't you think there's more to life? (2X)
A A
Don't you think there's more to life? (3X)
