Story Of An Artist

Listen up and I'll tell a story

About an artist growing old

Some would try for fame and glory

Others aren't so bold

And everyone in friends and family

Saying, “Hey, go get a job

Why do you only do that only?

Why are you so odd?”

“And we don't really like what you do

We don't think anyone ever will

We think you have a problem

And this problem's made you ill”

The artist walks among the flowers

Appreciating the sun

He's out there all his waking hours

Oh, and who's to say he's wrong?

But the artist walks alone

Someone says behind his back

“He's got some gall to call himself that

He doesn't even know where he's at”

And they sit in front of their TV

Saying, “Hey, isn't this a lot of fun?”

And they laugh at the artist

Saying, “He don't know how to have fun”

And listen up and I'll tell a story

About an artist growing old

Some would try for fame and glory

Others like to watch the world