That's Just About Right

My old friend lives up in the mountains

He flew up there to paint the world

He says even though interpretation's what I count on

This little picture to me seems blurred

Hard lines and the shadows come easy

I see it all just as clear as a bell

I just can't seem to set my easel to please me

I paint my heaven, but it looks like hell

Yeah, your blue might be grey, your less might be more

Your window to the world might be your own front door

And your shiniest day might come in the middle of the night

That's just about right

He said man I ain't coming down till my picture is perfect

And all the wonder's gone from my eyes

Down through my hands and onto the canvas

Still like my vision but still a surprise

Real life, he says is the hardest impression

It's always movin' so I let it come through

That my friend I say is the glory of true independence

Just to do what you do, what you do, what you do

Yeah, your blue might be grey, your less might be more

Your window to the world might be your own front door

And your shiniest day might come in the middle of the night

That's just about right

My old friend came down from the mountain

Without even lookin', he found a little truth

You can go through life with the greatest of intentions

But you do what you do, what you just gotta do

Yeah, your blue might be grey, your less might be more

Your window to the world might be your own front door

And your shiniest day might come in the middle of the night

Your blue might be grey, your less might be more

Your window to the world might be your own front door

And your shiniest day might come in the middle of the night

That's just about right

That's just about right

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