Pens And Paper - Willie P. Bennett
You don't have to say you're leaving
I'm staying that's all you need to know
But there's a few things I'd like to make clear
Before you disappear
Before you make your last good-bye
Soft and low
When a man feels proud
He likes to shout his happiness right out loud
But when he's feeling down
He drags his feet on the ground
And likes to lose himself
In the sound of falling rain
And think about
How easy it was to believe
He had his chances in his hand
But every time he goes to leave
Every step he makes
He takes a stand
Now my life is made of pens and papers
And my ink runs in the rain
Felt the taste of pain was bitter
Heard the taste of fame was glitter
And our souls are supposed to shine on
Like a candle flame
But it's like two lonely people
Who go out and have their fun
They wake up with one another
And find their loneliness has just begun
Wasn't it easy to make believe
they had their chances in their hands
but every time they go to leave
Every step they make
They take a stand
Now wasn't it easy to make believe
You got your chances in your hand
But every time you go to leave
Every step you make
You take a stand
Every time you go to leave
Every step you make
You take a stand