Painter

When I crawl out of this hole that I've been in Well I think I'd like to be a painter Painting portraits, smoking cigarettes and feeling like I feel alright And when it's all over and it's all up and gone The sun will still be shining like it supposed to And thinking about those good times can help you feel warm But it's just the cold you're getting used to And breathing's just a way of getting by Well it's all coming down, no use in staring So I'm looking backwards, through the rearview, getting high Getting high When I woke up the morning I'd forgotten who I was But the folks on the block know my name now And I am not who I had thought I was And I am sure that I am not who I am But I've got some new shoes baby and I'm feeling so fine And it looks like we've got blue skies honey Coming up a' down the line But it's just the cold you're getting used to And breathing's just a way of getting by Well it's all coming down, no use in staring So I'm looking backwards, through the rearview, getting high Getting high I've got some new shoes baby and I'm feeling so fine I've got some new shoes baby and I'm feeling so fine I've got some new shoes baby and I'm feeling so fine I've got some new shoes baby and I'm feeling so fine