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 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 Like the colors down a sheet 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 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 I'm achin' to be Well she closes her mouth to speak What comes out's a mystery Thought about an' only loved She's achin' to be