Notebook The Innocence Mission

I showed him my notebook
The underside of my soul
Released in scribbles on pages
He smiled and held my hand

I knew that he would see
For he dreams of touching beauty too
There has to be more than the workday

He's painting houses
He's painting houses for a while
I'm home to his canvas
Coming to life

I write in my notebook
With feeling that takes me by surprise
And thoughts that I don't know I have

They're hidden by useless facts
That I've compiled at the office where I work
Where there is no time for feeling anything

You see, I just work there to finance my real life
That begins with scribbles on pages
And thoughts of how and when