My Mind Paints Pictures (Kevin Johnston 2002)

The wind is blowing on the outside

I’m better off to stay in,

Who would have thought that these walks could talk

I guess their patient’s wearing thin.

The clock it hangs by the window

The pendulum keeps the time

It only knows how this song goes

So begins and ends the paradigm

CHORUS

My mind paints pictures, my mind spins tales.

My mind hears the hook in a C minor scale

Perplexing puzzle pieces that fit just right

My mind paints pictures tonight.

I see a man there by the mirror

Strange stories he starts to tell.

He’s moving words like I’ve never heard

I guess I never knew me very well.

Life and love and sad endings,

My hands work while he spins.

I begin to see a picture of me

Standing on the outside looking in.

CHORUS

Is a picture worth a thousand words

When words alone can’t paint it right

In these days and times

It takes much more than just a rhyme

To try and see all those colors

In a world that sees black and white

The wind is blowing on the outside

I’m better off to stay in,

Who would have thought that these walks could talk

But there they go once again

CHORUS

From the album: Pineapple Jam v2

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