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 them 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"

[Chorus:]

Your blue might be gray, your less might be more

Your window to the world might be your own front door

Your shiniest day might come in the middle of the night

That's just about right

He says, "Man, I ain't comin' down 'til my picture is perfect

And all the wonder has 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"

"And that", I say, "is the glory of true independence" "Just do what you do what you just gotta do"

[Chorus]

Your blue might be gray, your less might be more

Your window to the world might be your own front door

Your shiniest day might come in the middle of the night

That's just about right

My friend came down from the mountain

Without even looking, he found a little truth

"You can go through life with the greatest intentions; but you do what you do what you just gotta do" (Yeah)

[Chorus: x2]

Your blue might be gray, your less might be more

Your window to the world might be your own front door

Your shiniest day might come in the middle of the night

That's just about right