If she knew what I've seen while I'm watchingWould she
know where to smile, what to say?When she leaves from her book
to be with meWhere's her mind as she stands while I
play?She left behind names in the pagesAnd the time she took
out, they stayed inNow she thinks that she maybe should tell
themOf my book and the places she's beenNow she's
looking at me while I'm writingDoes she know where to
smile, what to say?When she leaves from her book to be with
meWhat's she thinking about while I play?