The Painter — текст песни (Jackson Browne)

We see him dancing in the morning

Stars depart the yawning sky

Hell take the hour that is passing

And leave it in his lovers eye

And if you want hell make it seem

As though youre walking in his dream

A mystic sea



We hear him laughing in the shadows

As he smuggles in the sand

Hes found another kind of color

In the magic he has donned

And if you want hell take the time

To ask the sun and moon to rhyme

And then combine

He draws no lines between what hes imagining