Painter’s Song

[PAINTER]
Off he goes
Through the square
How superb
How strange
Who'd have thought he'd change?
Who'd have thought he'd dare?

One splash of blue
And another of red
That's how I paint in my head
But in the street, well, it's not up to me
I do what they need to see

In my mind, I paint a different scene
A sky of blue, a sea of green
A smudged horizon in between

Meanwhile, my life is a study in grey
I can feel it slip away

While Dusoleil dares to walk through his walls
My dreams are trapped in my brain
He has the courage to alter his life
Here's where I'm doomed to remain

If I drew the paintings in my mind
They'd be the wonder of mankind
Our whole existence re-defined

This brush will never be my brush with fate
I'm not even second-rate

One splash of dull
In a sea of cliché
Twenty-four portraits a day
They stand in wonder
At what I can do
Somehow, that's wonderful, too

So I should be glad of what I got
A man who's happy with his lot
Who'll never be what he is not

I make the world brighter just for a while
I know how to paint
A smile