On a postcard by a glass of wine
In a small café just outside of Paris
By a rope swing danglin in the breeze
Carved in the bark of a dogwood tree in Kansas
Someone took a chance
Someone let it show
Someone had to get it out, let somebody know
Somebody wrote love in a permanent way
Somebody wrote love and the world was changed
Just a simple word but it can do so much,
In a space, where nothing was
Somebody wrote love
Somebody wrote love
With a red crayon on a notebook sheet
Spelled out with a backwards