Blank Pages

Blank pages, hours without end The hand that wants to write, cannot hold the pen Blank pages, but I can read between the lines It's the heart that tells the story every time Your words come on the telephone When the mind that knows itself hates to be alone But hard questions, when tomorrow's always blind But the heart will find the answers every time Bridge: Clear pictures of sweet destiny The darkness may surround you But still the heart can see I never thought that love would come to stay It came knocking at my door and it would not go away And now the papers scatter on the floor Like a thousand unsaid words I've heard before It's the heart that tells the story every time