Grasping For Oblivion

Squier Cezanne, the unloved prophet, found a dignity The grace in everyone He packed his reverence and his paints and went Where no one else had gone Such a lone-strung man was he Solitary vision, dyin' to break free And I hear the voices when you call See the hero where you fall You're the reason why I can't get old You're the reason why I run You're the reason why I come I will be forever grasping your oblivion Picasso in his world ruled over everything There was no other way How else could he face the Dons of history And brush them all away Such a potent man was he Scandalized by nothing - perhaps what only he could see (chorus) A man is just a man until he finds himself As part of something more And even then he stops to ask himself What it is he came here for Such a wondering soul is me Sure of barely nothing - except for my uncertainty (chorus)