I painted, I painted, I painted...
I painted, I painted, I painted...
Holding a job was not believable behavior at all
So I split
I never truly knew who I was
Who am I? The poor
Suspicious
Like all that time spent down by the water
Had somehow given me control over the rain
Guess I got my rainy day
Like a sorcerer's cape
The rain ripped rips the lips off the mouth of the bay
Quiet quiet quiet...
Rich Man's Folly and Poor Man's Dream
I painted