Like a Kleenex... That sounds like the title... Of an album. ... You know what? It kind of does. Every masterpiece Starts somewhere Sometimes with a symphony Sometimes with a poem Sometimes with a brilliant idea And sometimes... With a tissue. People search for meaning In the stars above In ancient books In works of art But every once in a while Meaning sneaks up Disguised as something You'd buy at the grocery store Fold it. Unfold it. Pass it along. Who knew something ordinary Could inspire a song? Like a Kleenex Simple and true Always there When life surprises you Like a Kleenex Nobody planned That we'd all be singing About a paper strand Like a Kleenex Raise it in the air Sometimes the smallest things Become the ones we share An album cover All in white One tiny box Under a spotlight Critics gather Trying to explain A joke that somehow Escaped the page Maybe... That's what friendship is. Taking something tiny Laughing about it For ten minutes Then remembering it For ten years. Like a Kleenex Not fancy Not grand Just another tiny moment Nobody planned Like a Kleenex Funny how we find The biggest laughs In the smallest lines Coming soon... The double album.
