Tom: C
Introdução:
C Dm Bb F
My old friend lives up in the mountains
He flew up there to paint the world
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
Dm F C
I paint my heaven but it looks like hell
Bb C F
Your blues might be grey, your less might be more
Repeat
Bb C F Bb
Your shiniest day might come in the middle of the night
C Dm
That's just about right
He says that I ain't coming down till my picture is perfect
Am Bb
You can go through life with the greatest intentions
F Bb C
But you do what you do what you just gotta do
CHORUS