Every evening about this same time
You may hear music playin' over and over
And hear the same words until they all rhyme
Haunting on and on
The Painter
So he picks up his guitar once again
And beats out a melody to please his friends
And he doesn't know exactly what to do
He just wants to please me and you
He's just a painter
A painter of words
Hear his sweet guitar as he lays down the colors
He doesn't know himself
But he does know others
The Painter
Today he walks down that same old street again
And in the cold he stops at every single bend
And he wants to wrap the words all around you
You know why
Because he loves you
