Achin' To Be

(album: Don't Tell A Soul - 1989)

Well she's kind of like an artist
Sitting on the floor
Never finishes, she abandons
Never shows a soul

And she's kind of like a movie
Everyone rushes to see
And no one understands it
Sitting in their seats

She opens her mouth to speak and
What comes out's a mystery
Thought about, not understood
She's aching to be

Well she dances alone in nightclubs
Every other day of the week
People look right through her
Baby doll, check your cheek

And she's kind of like a poet
Who finds it hard to speak
Poems come so slowly
Like the colors down a sheet

She opens her mouth to speak and
What comes out's a mystery
Thought about, not understood
She's aching to be

I've been aching for a while now, friend
I've been aching hard for years

Well she's kind of like an artist
Who uses paints no more
You never show me what you're doing
Never show a soul

Well, I saw one of your pictures
There was nothing that I could see
If no one's on your canvas
Well, I'm aching to be

She closes her mouth to speak and
Closes her eyes to see
Thought about an' only loved
She's aching to be
Just like me