Intro
D Em C G D Em C G
Verse:
D Em C G
My old friend lives up in the mountains
D Em C G
He flew up there to paint the world
D Em C G
He says, "Even though interpretation's what I count on
D Em C G
This little picture to me seems blurred
Bm C
Hard lines and the shadows come easy
G D
I see it all just as clear as a bell
Bm C
I just can't seem to set my easel to please me
G C D
I paint my Heaven but it looks like hell"
Chorus:
C D G
Your blue might be gray, your less might be more
C D G
Your window to the world might be your own front door
C D G C Csus5 C
Your shiniest day might come in the middle of the night
NC
That's just about right
D Em C G D Em C G
Verse:
D Em C G
He says, "Man I ain't comin' down until my picture is pefect
D Em C G
And all the wonder is gone from my eyes
D Em C G
Down through my hands and on to the canvas
D Em C G
Still like my vision, but still a surprise"
Bm C
"Real life," he says, "is the hardest impression
G D
It's always movin' so I let it come through"
Bm C
And that. my friend, I say, is the glory of true independence
G D
Just to do what you do what you do what you do
Chorus:
C D G
Your blue might be gray, your less might be more
C D G
Your window to the world might be your own front door
C D G C Csus5 C
Your shiniest day might come in the middle of the night
NC
That's just about right
Verse:
D Em C G
My old friend came down from the mountain
D Em C G
Without even lookin' he found a little truth
Bm C
You can go through life with the greatest intentions
G D
But you do what you do what you just gotta do
Chorus:
C D G
Your blue might be gray, your less might be more
C D G
Your window to the world might be your own front door
C D G C Csus5 C
Your shiniest day might come in the middle of the night
NC
That's just about right
Outro:
D Em C G D Em C F