Writing in Pen

Life was always in pencil
It was easy to change
The words, all the plans that I put on the page
Nothing was permanent
It was all just sketches back then
But she’s, she’s got me writing in pen
I had pieces of paper
I had notes in the margins
But I never saw a future in the stories I started
Now my heart is definite from beginning to end
And she’s, she’s got me writing in pen
'Cause there are things that I don’t want erased
'Cause nothing else will do
And there are things that I’m sure of
The sun, the stars and the moon
And my heart spinning in orbit
When she walks in the room