The painter

Who's been painting all his life

Ain't a rich man

He's got children and a wife

But he keeps painting

Though he knows when he dies

He'll still be poor

'Cause his paintings

Make his life so much more

And he sings

Won't somebody see what I have made

Don't be afraid don't be afraid

Won't somebody come and see the thing

That makes me whole

Before the children of my mind

Become the orphans of my soul

The writer

Who's been writing for so long

Ain't a rich man

No one ever sings his songs

But he keeps writing

Songs he knows nobody will ever hear

'Cause he knows that

If he stops he'll disappear

And he sings

Won't somebody listen to my song

It won't take long

No it won't take long

Won't somebody listen to the thing

That makes me whole

Before the children of my mind

Become the orphans of my soul

Well won't somebody listen to my song

It won't take long

No it won't take long

Won't somebody listen to the thing

That makes me whole

Before the children of my mind

Become the orphans of my soul