If you could read my mind, love, what a tale my thoughts could tell.
Just like an old time movie, ’bout a ghost from a wishing well.
In a castle dark or a fortress strong, with chains upon my feet. You know that ghost is me.
And I will never be set free as long as I’m a ghost that you can’t see.
If I could read your mind, love, what a tale your thoughts could tell.
Just like a paper back novel, the kind the drug stores sell.
When you reach the part where the heartaches come the hero would be me.
But heroes often fail, and you won’t read that book again
Because the ending’s just too hard to take!
I’d walk away like a movie star who gets burned in a three-way script. Enter number two:
A movie queen to play the scene of bringing all the good things out in me.
But for now, love, let’s be real; I never thought I could act this way
And I’ve got to say that I just don’t get it.
I don’t know where we went wrong, but the feelin’s gone and I just can’t get it back.
If you could read my mind love, what a tale my thoughts could tell.
Just like an old time movie, ’bout a ghost from a wishing well.
In a castle dark or a fortress strong, with chains upon my feet. But stories always end.
And if you read between the lines, you’d know that I’m just tryin’ to understand
The feelin’s that you lack.
I never thought I could feel this way and I’ve got to say that I just don’t get it.
I don’t know where we went wrong, but the feelin’s gone and I just can’t get it back!
1970 – Gordon Lightfoot – Album: If You Could Read My Mind