People are cruel, life is a mess.
My heart is confused, but somehow that’s best.
I knew a girl, she couldn’t stand by herself,
She’d blend herself in so she couldn’t be helped.
Oh, the world is a canvas and here in my hand
is a brush and a palette for me to command
I could marry a painter with paints of his own
We could mingle our colors or go it alone
And the magical art that does not make a sound
would be our destiny that would cover the ground
like a field; Think of that.
I knew a man, he faded away,
He couldn’t believe he was acting that way.
I could let it sink in, all the pain and regret,
let it loose like a dove so I wouldn’t forget
And I‘d sing to my children the stories and tales
of the trials of their parents and all life entails
And they’d look at me kindly and then roll their eyes
‘Cause nobody learns from the words of the wise
And they’d live; Think of that.
I am so tired, and I make mistakes,
and I wonder how many times it will take.
Think of that.