Achin' To Be

Well she's kind of like an artist

Sittin' on the floor

Never finishes, she abandons

Never shows a soul

And she's kind of like a movie

Everyone rushes to see

And no one understands it

Sittin' in their seats

She opens her mouth to speak and

What comes out's a mystery

Thought about, not understood

She's achin' to be

Well she dances alone in nightclubs

Every other day of the week

People look right through her

Baby doll, check your cheek

And she's kind of like a poet

Who finds it hard to speak

Poems come so slowly

Like the colors down a sheet

She opens her mouth to speak and

What comes out's a mystery

Thought about, not understood

She's achin' to be

I've been achin' for a while now, friend

I've been achin' hard for years

Well she's kind of like an artist

Who uses paints no more

You never show me what you're doing

Never show a soul

Well, I saw one of your pictures

There was nothin' that I could see

If no one's on your canvas

Well, I'm achin' to be

She closes her mouth to speak and

Closes her eyes to see

Thought about an' only loved

She's achin' to be

Just like me