But since you've been gone, I just can't care less
 Common sense doesn't realize
 It can hurt so bad
 Everyday I sit in my garret staring at the floor
 But my heart isn't in it anymore

 There goes my inspiration
 My reason for creation
 There goes my inspiration
 I felt it fly away when you said goodbye

 Me and Gaugin used to party down
 I was hung in the Louvre, I was Renoir's pal
 Vincent Van Gogh used to joke with me
 Now they don't come 'round
 It's all over town that the master's lost his touch
 I'm so lost I can hardly hold a brush

 And now my palette is a sorry mix of grey and brown
 And all the other art lovers stay away
	'cause I'm bringing them down

 Now I wander the left bank every day
 Searching for my muse in sad cafes
 Peddle my oils to the galleries
 But they turn me down
 Everybody says I'm a master of technique
 But the style and the sentiment is weak