Painting white paint on a blank canvas
Hoping it'll never chip away
No one can see my intentions
No one can see the art I make
Next to me a muse is posing
Singing her songs as she sits
I expect her to be all-knowing
For the mystery she depicts
But my Work, it seems useless
For she will never see
Painting white paint on a blank canvas
Doesn't mean anything
Every canvas I've defiled
Hangs on my wall mocking me
I stare back at them for a while
And paint another angrily
But my Work, it seems useless
For she will never see
Painting white paint on a blank canvas
Doesn't mean anything
Painting white paint on a blank canvas
Doesn't mean anything
Maybe Someday
Maybe Someday
I'll stop painting in white
I'll start Painting in red
With one stroke through the hall
Destroying my past mistakes
Destroying my obsession
With a Muse that always takes
Maybe Someday
Maybe Someday
Maybe Someday
Maybe Someday