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Thereâs a blank page in a notebook
And the pen on the deskâs all outta ink
Thereâs a blank canvas on an easel
And the brushes are all dried up in the sink
Thereâs an old guitar in the corner
And she needs a new set of strings
Thereâs a sparrow somewhere in the shadows
And heâs lost his will to sing
Chorus:
When thereâs no time for dreaming
Into the ground lay my old bones
I swear Iâd rather be six feet under
Than on top of a world with no hope
Yeah a World without Art has no hope
My mindâs humming like a locomotive
And heâs âbout to come right off the tracks
My heart sheâs pounding like a hammer
And sheâs anxious as a heart attack
Thereâs a honey colored Sun on the horizon
And some cotton ball clouds scattered in the sky
Thereâs a distant sound like children laughing
And I can see her face when I close my eyes
Chorus