When I make you laugh
All I hear is:
'That! That! That!
That's one for the notepad - write it down while it's fresh in your head!'

So now I've got pages and pages and pages of things I barely even remember saying. No clues and no context; I just wrote it so I wouldn't forget

Was I writing a screenplay, or was I writing a song?
It was supposed to be easy, but it'll take me so long to get to the start

And all the stray dogs and the alley cats
All the promised lands and pogo rats
All the concepts that I had down pat mean nothing to me now

And I could play piano, pluck that harp
I could blow my horn 'til it burst my heart
But the E G B G E F# means nothing to me now

That's what hits my head
That's what my brain says
That's why I'm so scared of a good idea

One day I'll sit down
One day I'll stop messing 'round
And work it all out
And make up for all the lost ground

But 'til then, I'l keep scribbling away
And the list hardly fits in the book nowadays
And I can't find the switch or the button that turns off my brain

Was I writing a novel, or was I writing a joke?
All the emotions and feelings that I was gonna evoke have slipped right off the page

And all the stray dogs and the alley cats
All the promised lands and pogo rats
All the concepts that I had down pat mean nothing to me now

And I could play piano, pluck that harp
I could blow my horn 'til it burst my heart
But the E G B G E F# means nothing to me now

When I make you laugh
All I hear is:
'That! That! That!
That's one for the notepad - write it down while it's fresh in your head!'

So now I've got pages and pages and pages of things I barely even remember saying. No clues and no context; I just wrote it so I wouldn't forget.