Was it you who spoke the words that
things would happen, but not to me?
Well things are gonna happen naturally.
Oh taking your advice I'm
lookin on the bright side
and balancing out the whole thing.

Oh but often times those words
get tangled up in lines,
and the bright light turns to night.
Oh until the dawn it brings,
a little bird to sing about the magic
that was you and me.

'Cause you and I both loved
What you and I spoke of
And others only read of
Others only dream of,
Of the love that I loved.

See I'm all about them words,
over numbers unencumbered, numbered words.
Hundreds of pages, pages, pages for words.
More words than I had ever heard, and I
feel so alive.

Oh, you and I, you and I,
Not so little you and I anymore.
And if this silence brings a moral story,
more importantly evolving is the glory of a boy.

'Cause you and I both loved
What you and I spoke of
And others just read of
And if you could see me now, 
well then I'm almost finally out of,
I'm finally out of,
I'm finally de de de de de de
Well I'm almost finally, finally, 
well I am free
I'm free.
I'm free.

And it's OK if you had to go away.
Just remember the telephone, 
Well, they're workin' it both ways.
But if I never ever hear it ring,
if nothing else I'll think the bells inside it
finally found you someone else
and that's OK, 
Because I remember everything you sang.

'Cause you and I both loved
What you and I spoke of
And others just read of
And if you could see me now, 
well then I'm almost finally out of,
I'm finally out of,
I'm finally de de de de de de de
Well I'm almost finally, 
finally out of words.