James

Paint her a picture, James
She’s afraid she’ll forget the rain on the river
Put in colors, James
It isn’t for long, and just once
You can give her something that comes from your living dear James
Something that comes from your hand
Something that comes from your hand

She’s called you from a phone booth, James
To talk of the weather and the song that you gave her
Let her believe you, James
From out of your life, pick something to save her
Something that comеs from your living dear James
Something that comеs from your hand
Something that comes from your hand

She calls you an artist, dear James
Oh, but you haven’t known her long enough
So you don’t know what to bring her
Share your visions with her, James
For your dreams, they are clear
And with your eyes you can sing her something that comes from your living dear James
Something that comes from your hand
Something that comes from your hand