Paper And Ink

Staring out the window the rain falls swiftly down
Drops slide down the windowpane and splash onto the ground
The flowers in the vase that you gave to me
Open their lips and whisper wisdom of the seed

I want to fill the blank page so I open up the draw
My mind is overflowing with you and me and more
I don’t know what I’d say to you if I met you down the street
But I’ll see if I can talk to you with paper and ink

I see my solemn reflection painted on the glass
Carved into my face is the sky, a fence and backyard grass
I stare at a stranger, raise my eyebrows and blink
But the eyes of my reflection blink faster I think

And still the page is empty, as blank as before
My mind is overflowing but I cannot write at all
I don’t know what I’d say to you if I met you down the street
I don’t know what to say with paper and ink

The sky begins to darken, the birds’ voices are lost
I see a fingernail Moon behind a windowpane of frost
I'm staring and I'm staring, scare the night away
Until the flowers on my windowsill open to the day

So I’ll write you a letter, a letter not to send
A letter to let it all out and help my heart to mend
I’ll write down all my thoughts, not hold anything back
Then throw it in the fire and watch it turn black

I want to fill the blank page so I open up the draw
My mind is overflowing with you and me and more
I don’t know what I’d say to you if I met you down the street
But for now I will talk to you with paper and ink