Wouldn't it be incredible
as write my very song
You could be beside me there
inside my head
and see what takes so
long
Wouldn't it be incredible
you could sit and hold my hand
You could hear the same things
I'm listening for
I know it must be boring
to be with me by yourself
Well, I'm up here all sprawled
out at the table
And all you have are promises
of far -out things to come
The best that I can give you while
I'm able
But me, while you sit on my banjo alone
With your hair hanging down by your side
The nights might be long
while you wait by my banjo
I'm letting my thoughts get me high
The room is growing quieter
but somewhere I can hear
A circus of cathedral bells ringing
Your eyelids must be heavy
as the hour passes slow
But I must get it down while it is singing
I'm writing just as quickly
as I make my fingers move
So I can get it down where
I can read
And then in just a little while,
I'll sing it right out loud
The only way that I can share
it with you
But meanwhile you sit by my banjo alone
With your hair hanging down by your side
The nights might be long
while you wait by my banjo
Oh, I'm letting my thoughts get me high