I feel just like an open book Exposing myself in this neighbourhood Talking to people as if I knew them well Thinking that everyone has Gone through different kinds of hell Lately I’ve found myself in doubt Asking myself what it’s all about What am I doing here? What’s this leading to? What’s the point of all, without you? Well I’ve got promises to keep Like the carrying of all the land upon my feet Each time I fall Every now and then in dreams By the river ‘neath our tree Leaves in yellow, red and brown I hear you whisper in my ear Your love belongs to everyone I feel just like an open book A couple of words was all it took In front of a bright white canvas Staring vacantly now free against my word A drifting vessel in a storm Pushed around from shore to shore I know there’s so much left to see I know I’ve got so much left to give But the memories remain Yet the scars don’t feel the same Filling pages one by one in the warmth of other suns