The Painter

His world had grown confusing, his vision had gone dim He was starting to forget, the very things, that made him, him In the shadow of the bridge span, he is not quite what he seems And the colors, shapes and lines, are sharp and vivid in his dreams John says he is a painter Once famous for his art John says he is a painter Now he's only painting deep within his heart They loved his work in Europe, from Amsterdam to Rome For awhile he settled down, he had a family and a home But fortune can be fickle, he was left without a dime And the shadow of the man, is growing fainter over time John says he is a painter Once famous for his art John says he is a painter Now he's only painting deep within his heart The camera seems to capture, the soul that lies within There was a time his brush could capture images of almost anything... John says he is a painter Once famous for his art John says he is a painter Now he's only painting deep within his heart Deep within his heart Within his heart