UNSPOKEN WORD

I N S P I R A T I O N

I remember singing at a church coffee bar in West Scotland but not really feeling at ease with what was expected from me. Afterwards I drove back to the farm where I was living (near to Kilmarnock) and wrote this song. It is played in open G.



Lyrics

I don't need to hear you talking.

It's written on your face.

The way you look right through me,

Tells me I'm out of place.

I should be in some other time,

And you tell me that I'm wasting rhyme.

Really I'm just looking for your unspoken word,

Your unspoken word.


I don't think I'll hear it.

Your mind's on other things.

You don't have the time of day,

To shed your angel's wings.

I should be in some other time,

And you tell me that I'm wasting rhyme.

Really I'm just looking for your unspoken word,

Your unspoken word.


Now it's time to turn my back.

It's time to move along.

You seem to feel so ill at ease,

And I want to write a song.

I should be in some other time,

And you tell me that I'm wasting rhyme.

Really I'm just looking for your unspoken word,

Your unspoken word.


Paul J Openshaw (1975 ish)

© Paul J Openshaw 2012