The painter stood, Before her work, She looked around every where, She saw the pictures and she painted them, She picked the colors from the air
Green to green, Red to red, Yellow to yellow In the light, Black to black When the evening comes, Blue to blue In the night
It's a long road Behind me, It's a long road Ahead
If you follow every dream You might get lost, If you follow every dream You might, Get, Lost.
She towed the line, She held her end up, She did the work of two men, But in the end, She fell down, Before she got up again
I keep my friends, eternally, We leave our tracks in the sound, Some of them are with me now, Some of them can't be found
It's a long road behind me, And I miss you now