Intro
G Am F C G Am F C
Verse:
G Am F C
My old friend lives up in the mountains
G Am F C
He flew up there to paint the world
G Am F C
He says, "Even though interpretation's what I count on
G Am F C
This little picture to me seems blurred
Em F
Hard lines and the shadows come easy
C G
I see it all just as clear as a bell
Em F
I just can't seem to set my easel to please me
C F G
I paint my Heaven but it looks like hell"
Chorus:
F G C
Your blue might be gray, your less might be more
F G C
Your window to the world might be your own front door
F G C F Fsus5 F
Your shiniest day might come in the middle of the night
NC
That's just about right
G Am F C G Am F C
Verse:
G Am F C
He says, "Man I ain't comin' down until my picture is pefect
G Am F C
And all the wonder is gone from my eyes
G Am F C
Down through my hands and on to the canvas
G Am F C
Still like my vision, but still a surprise"
Em F
"Real life," he says, "is the hardest impression
C G
It's always movin' so I let it come through"
Em F
And that. my friend, I say, is the glory of true independence
C G
Just to do what you do what you do what you do
Chorus:
F G C
Your blue might be gray, your less might be more
F G C
Your window to the world might be your own front door
F G C F Fsus5 F
Your shiniest day might come in the middle of the night
NC
That's just about right
Verse:
G Am F C
My old friend came down from the mountain
G Am F C
Without even lookin' he found a little truth
Em F
You can go through life with the greatest intentions
C G
But you do what you do what you just gotta do
Chorus:
F G C
Your blue might be gray, your less might be more
F G C
Your window to the world might be your own front door
F G C F Fsus5 F
Your shiniest day might come in the middle of the night
NC
That's just about right
Outro:
G Am F C G Am F F