If she knew what I've seen while I'm watching
  Would she know where to smile, what to say?
  When she leaves from her book to be with me
  Where's her mind as she stands while I play?
  She left behind names in the pages
  And the time she took out, they stayed in
  Now she thinks that she maybe should tell them
  Of my book and the places she's been
  Now she's looking at me while I'm writing
  Does she know where to smile, what to say?
  When she leaves from her book to be with me
  What's she thinking about while I play?