My old friend lives up in the mountains
He flew up there to paint the world
Hard lines and the shadows come easy
I see it all just as clear as a bell
I just can?t seem to set my easel to please me
I paint my heaven but it looks like hell
Your blues might be grey, your less might be more
Repeat
Your shiniest day might come in the middle of the night
That's just about right
He says that I ain't coming down till my picture is perfect
You can go through life with the greatest intentions
But you do what you do what you just gotta do
CHORUS