Key: B
Introduction: C Dm Bb F C Dm Bb F
C Dm Bb F
My old friend lives up in the mountains
C Dm Bb F
He flew up there to paint the world
C Dm Bb F
He says, "Even though interpretation's what I count on
C Dm Bb F
This little picture to me seems blurred
Am Bb
Hard lines and the shadows come easy
F C
I see it all just as clear as a bell
Am Bb
I just can't seem to set my easel to please me
F Bb C
I paint my Heaven but it looks like hell"
Bb C F
Your blue might be gray, your less might be more
Bb C F
Your window to the world might be your own front door
Bb C F Bb Bb5 Bb
Your shiniest day might come in the middle of the night
NC
C Dm Bb F
He says, "Man I ain't comin' down until my picture is pefect
C Dm Bb F
And all the wonder is gone from my eyes
C Dm Bb F
Down through my hands and on to the canvas
C Dm Bb F
Still like my vision, but still a surprise"
Am Bb
"Real life," he says, "is the hardest impression
F C
It's always movin' so I let it come through"
Am Bb
And that. my friend, I say, is the glory of true independence
F C
Just to do what you do what you do what you do
Bb C F
Your blue might be gray, your less might be more
Bb C F
Your window to the world might be your own front door
Bb C F Bb Bb5 Bb
Your shiniest day might come in the middle of the night
NC
C Dm Bb F
My old friend came down from the mountain
C Dm Bb F
Without even lookin' he found a little truth
Am Bb
You can go through life with the greatest intentions
F C
But you do what you do what you just gotta do
Bb C F
Your blue might be gray, your less might be more
Bb C F
Your window to the world might be your own front door
Bb C F Bb Bb5 Bb
Your shiniest day might come in the middle of the night
NC
C Dm Bb F C Dm Bb F