Well look here I drew a picture of the one who went away
I had no one to talk to but sure had a lot to say
She didn't leave a photograph so I'll tell you honestly
That this had to be Painted by memory
And those are the eyes that never want to see me again
And those are the lips that said my heart would mend
It may not look just like her but don't blame me
Because it had to be painted by memory
Oh I know that this could never be called a work of art
But in some way I could just display the canvas of my heart
Well you'd know I did the best I could and you'd be proud of me
Because this had to be painted by memory
I'm not a grand old painter so exuse the artistry
Because it had to be painted my memory
