Her Mind Is A Canvas

She gets on the train for a four hour ride

She takes off her coat, puts her bag to her side

She's got nothing to do. She's got nowhere to be

And the only distraction is the world that she sees

The trees seem to run from wherever she goes

The mountains they follow, but they are quite slow

The clouds they don't care, they just rest like they do

The sky is a canvas, someone painted it blue

Her mind is a canvas, the world is her paint

Whenever she smiles, you know she's drawing again

All those faces that she saw and all those places where she's been

She's drawing them all, she's drawing them all

She likes to look at the people passing by

Guessing their stories, where they are going and why

Sometimes she smiles at how funny people walk

And all those times, she forgets about the clock

Her mind is a canvas, the world is her paint

Whenever she smiles, you know she's drawing again

All those faces that she saw and all those places where she's been

She's drawing them all, she's drawing them all

What if her colors run dry, will she ever know why

Will a harbor be her home, oh will she find her way alone

Does she need somebody else, is there one final place

Where she'd really like to stay, after all those years away

Her mind is a canvas, the world is her paint

Whenever she smiles, you know she's drawing again

All those faces that she saw and all those places where she's been

She's drawing them all, she's drawing them all

Drawing them all