When the world feels full and new What is there for you to do To sing, and to the songbird smother Or document the work of others Feelings spilling from my head The note I wrote myself, it read: 'Essay not upon the self uncovered But document the work of others' A song I used to pique your interest A song I used to gain your trust Grist for the mill of lovers Now I document the work of others Bert, don't let yourself get down Sometimes boredom wants you around 'Til light is rediscovered Oh, document (the work of others) The songs we write they will not last All this dross we have amassed Now me, my sister, and my brother We document the work of others