Recycled Sketchbook

[Intro]

(Flip) Recycled sketchbook —

Blank page, my first line

[Verse 1]

Thrift-shop shelf and a soft grey cover, corners rounded by other hands,

I open past a pencil ghost, then find a page still clean;

I write a circle, then a sun, no masterpiece required,

If courage fits in paper pulp, then I can start again.

[Pre-Chorus]

Flip the page... breathe in...

Ready.

[Chorus]

Recycled sketchbook, blank page my first line,

Little second chance against my palm;

Blank page my first line, blank page my first line,

If the marks feel new, that's fair —

Recycled sketchbook, blank page my first line,

Ink and daylight, quiet shine;

Blank page my first line, blank page my first line,

I begin and I am fine.

[Verse 2]

Cafe window with a softer hum, I sketch a bus, a plant, a door,

Someone else once held this book — I thank them in a quiet nod;

I leave the table lighter now, a story started not complete,

Tomorrow I might fill the rest in ordinary light.

[Pre-Chorus]

Flip the page... breathe in...

Ready.

[Chorus]

Recycled sketchbook, blank page my first line,

Little second chance against my palm;

Blank page my first line, blank page my first line,

If the marks feel new, that's fair —

Recycled sketchbook, blank page my first line,

Ink and daylight, quiet shine;

Blank page my first line, blank page my first line,

I begin and I am fine.

[Bridge]

Not every brave thing needs a frame,

Some of them fit in a page I claim;

Pulp and hope in equal parts —

Grey looks good on a starting day.

[Final Chorus]

Recycled sketchbook, blank page my first line,

Little second chance against my palm;

Blank page my first line, blank page my first line,

If the marks feel new, that's fair —

Recycled sketchbook, blank page my first line,

Ink and daylight, quiet shine;

Blank page my first line — and I am fine,

I begin and I am fine.

[Outro]

(Flip) Recycled sketchbook...

My first line.