If she knew what I see 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 here. 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