A                D                        
I showed him my notebook
A             D                          
The underside of my soul released
A                D                        
In scribbles on pages
A             Aadd9    A                       
He smiled and held my hand

A                D
I knew that he would see
A             D  
For he dreams of touching beauty too
A                D
There has to be more than
A             Aadd9    A  
The work day


[Chorus]
C#m            Bm                            
He's painting houses
C#m            Bm                            
He's painting houses for awhile
C#m              Bm                         
Then home to his canvas
 A         D                               
Coming to life


[Verse]
A                D
I write in my notebook
A             D  
This feeling it takes me by surprise
A                D
In thoughts that I don't know
A             Aadd9    A  
That I have

A                D
They're hidden by useless facts that I
A             D  
Compile at the office where I work
A                D
Where there is no time for
A             Aadd9    A  
Feeling anything


[Chorus]
C#m            Bm  
You see I just work there
C#m            Bm  
To finance the real life that begins
C#m               Bm  
With scribbles on pages
 A         D 
And thoughts of how and why


[Verse]
A                D
Museums on Sundays
A             D  
Whenever we can we both go
A                D
And stay there for hours
A             Aadd9    A  
Feeding our spirit


[Chorus]
C#m            Bm  
And beauty is still free
C#m            Bm  
And beauty is not exclusive
C#m            Bm  
And beauty is ours to
 A         D 
Touch and to know
 A         D 
Touch and to know


[Verse]
A                D
And don't you think there's more
A             D  
I really have to know
A                D
Don't you think there's more to life? (2X)
A                  A  
Don't you think there's more to life? (3X)