Open Book

I feel just like an open book, Exposing myself in this neighborhood Talking to people as if I'd knew them well Thinking that everyone has come through different kinds of well Lately I found myself in doubt, Ask myself what it's all about What am I doing here? What's this leading to? What's the point of all? I found you! I've got promises to keep like a cannon would land upon my feet, Each time I fall Every now and then in dreams by the river with no trees Leaves are yellow, red and brown, and I hear You whisper in my ear Your love belong to everyone I feel just like an open book, A couple of words, it's all it took In front of the bright white covers, still vacantly Against my will, a drifting vessel in the storm Pushed around, from shore to shore I know there's so much left to see I know I have so much left to give But the memories remain, yet the scars don't feel the same --- Open Book - José González