I've Got Ideas

Well, I've got ideas that might make the paper someday
Got folded up maps showing where I'm gonna be
I've got dreams that could sail a boat to the east
Pages and pages and pages of drawings

But that don't mean so much to me

You've got me begging
You've got me begging
You've got me begging
And begging, and begging

I got ideas that might make the press someday
Got folded up maps showing where I'm gonna be
I've got dreams that could sail a boat to the east
Pages and pages and pages of drawings

But that don't mean so much
If you're not in my story with me