week fiftyseven: painter

painter

i’ve got shadow in my body
i’ve got breath that leaves me read
by the time you’re my age honey
i’ll be dead

if you don’t believe the bible
if you won’t explain your faith
if you’re bored by your survival
i relate

honey this whole world is a sad man’s highway
keys in your pocket won’t be long before you go
when they start asking if your soul’s in need of saving
tell them no

i took canvas for my living
i stretched the fabric over frames
i have seen you stop in awe son
i’m the same

honey this whole world is a sad man’s highway
keys in your pocket won’t be long before you go
when they start asking if your soul’s in need of saving
tell them no