If I could just get it on paper The things that have happened tonight But that seems to me to be the big key I'm havin' too good a time to ever turn Out the lights Go to bed, wake up with a clear head Recalling what made it a ball If I could just get it on paper I might make some sense of it all If I could tell half of the stories The funny way most things begin Figure ways to disguise all the half truths and lies Find the heart of my song with the point of a pen Simple words can be come clever phrases And chapters could turn into books Yes if I could just get it on paper But it's harder than it ever looks All alone in the edge of the water Hidin' out by the Sea of Cortez With my sketch pads and Flairs Tapes and battery spares It's just no comprehendo to what everyone says Time alone seemed to work well for Faulkner Time away seems to work for the kid Life and ink they run out at the same time Or so said my old friend the squid Yes, if I could just get it on paper tonight I could tell you what I think I did