Twenty-five years ago you promised me
A ride on a river that was too close to see
And giving me all your hope the colors bled endlessly
And I watched as your canvasses fell from the walls to weep
So here’s to the castles built too close to the tide
Not one in this place has survived
But if you are standing, well you know that I’ve tried
With a head and a heart and a painter’s eyes
In the heart of a universe with a thousand histories
Who can say our lives are any longer than the average wistful breeze
But give me time to chase down the sun, and the breath for a hundred songs
And all the brightest colors that you used to paint your masterpiece
I wish I could tell you, hey I know how you feel
You got lost, I got cheated in the worst of deals
One day I will lay down and I’ll feel what you feel
Until then I’ll get by with a painter’s eyes
If I sing out from my soul now will you hear the words I cry
And will you always see through my painter’s eyes
