Painting Box

When the morning of your eyes comes wakin' through my shadows

Leavin' just a trace of twilight sleep

I whisper to the baby raindrops playin' on my window

And tell them gently this is not the time that they should weep

For somewhere in my mind, there is a painting box

I have every color there, it's true

Just lately, when I look inside my painting box

I seem to pick the colors of you

My Friday evening's footsteps ploddin' dully through this black town

Are far away now from the world that I'm in

My eyes are listenin'

To some sounds that I think just might be springtime

With daffodils between my toes, I'm laughin' at their whim

And somewhere in my mind, there is a painting box

I have every color there, it's true

Just lately, when I look inside my painting box

I seem to pick the colors of you

And (Oh) Somewhere in my mind, there is a painting box

I have every color there, it's true

Just lately, when I look inside my painting box

I seem to pick the colors of you

Their purple sail above me catches all the strength of summer

Fishes stop and ask me where I am bound

I smile and shake my head and say my little ship is sinkin'

But I kind of like the sea that I'm on and I don't mind if I do drown

For somewhere in my mind, there is a painting box

I have every color there, it's true

Just lately, when I look inside my painting box

I seem to pick the colors of you