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
