Story Behind The Song

inspired by e-bay, two guitars and the love of a good woman

Song Description

if this song doesn't speak for itself...

Lyrics

NOTEBOOK

I'm going to make a list of all I've yet to conquer,
maybe get creative, think of something new,
go on a quest for all those scraps of paper
stuffed inside my pocket, washed a time or two.
I'm not to good at letting go of what I think and what I know
will never make a lick of sense to you.
I've got a notebook full of poetry
and a pocket full of stars.

I've written lines on envelopes and gas bills,
stumbled through my dark house searching for a pen.
I've wrestled with the angel sent to save me,
leaping though my troubles, weeping for my sin.
I'm not too good at letting go of what I think and what I know
will never make a lick of sense to you.
Some people go down fighting shooting bullets through the bars.
I've got a notebook full of poetry
and a pocket full of stars.

Sleepless midnight. Wind blowing through the trees.
Daylight hides the diamond skies
it's dark enough to see.

Spent all that money you gave me on a couple of old guitars.
I've got a notebook full of poetry
and a pocket full of stars.

Word and Music by Greg Young, BMI
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