Painting On the Wall (Jones) BMI ©2003

That painting on the wall

A story's told when lilies used to smile

A younger man with sharpened eyes

The painter's point of view

The running light hung

And its shadow from the morning sun

The sign of your working song

Hollers out your name

Water colors, on a piece of paper

Paint a picture of a man's life

Fountain pen of words could never tell the story

Like the brush, could tell

You see yourself

In the window of your cedar shake house

So careful you tighten up your mouth

And never make a sound

'Cause it's peace and quiet

The solitude of an empty pocket

And there's no reason to stop it

It'll never be the same

Water colors, on a piece of paper

Paint a picture of a man's life

Fountain pen of words could never tell the story

Like the brush, could tell

That painting on the wall

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