He flew up there to paint the world
 He says, "Even though interpretation's what I count on
 This little picture to me seems blurred
 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"

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 You blue might be gray, your less might be more
 Your window to the world might be your own front door
 Your shiniest day might come in the middle of the night
 That's just about right

 He says, "Man I ain't comin' down until my picture is pefect
 And all the wonder is gone from my eyes
 Down through my hands and on to the canvas
 Still like my vision, but still a surprise"
 "Real life," he says, "is the hardest impression
 It's always movin' so I let it come through"
 And that. my friend, I say, is the glory of true independence
 Just to do what you do what you do what you do

 Repeat Chorus

 My old friend came down from the mountain
 Without even lookin' he found a little truth
 You can go through life with the greatest intentions
 But you do what you do what you just gotta do

 Repeat Chrous