I watch you fall
The paintbrush in your hands, colors bleed, colors bleed
You painting by numbers, Oh I can see, those colors bleed
And I
Am just a beggar at his feet
I cant do this on my own, Naw!
I cannot go it alone!
And if you find yourself, wondering how you got so old
And if you find yourself, without a dirty hand to hold
Well your free
And now you know exactly what that means
The curtain falls
Stage lights go dark, the crowd can't see, they can't see
The tears how they slide, funny how it's been, so many years since you last
Cried…Lay it down, give your heart-ache away you can't
Do it on your own, No
You cannot go it alone!
And if you find yourself, wondering how you got so cold
And if you find yourself, without a dirty hand to hold
Well your free
And now you know exactly what that means
Awww…we can change the world…but you've got to change yourself and
Shine on baby shine on!
And if you find yourself, staring at the face of God
And if you find yourself, tearing down your facade
Well your free
And now you know exactly what that means
Thoughts, comments, questions?
The king of rock, some say lives
the lizard king, is surely dead
the king of France, lost his head
the King of Kings... bled
( email me at esherman@wideopenwest.(com). I almost never check my hotmailaccount.