Well, he became a big blank canvas every morning
And waking up he began to paint
Well, he was the painting and he was the painter
And he spoke through colors and through shapes
Working into circles, spilling out like wine
Some is in your glass and some is on your mind
The answers all around you, have you got the time?
The world is at your doorstep, they are waiting for a phrase that rhymes
And when your protocol confounds you, will you just resign?
Or will you dig a little deeper, will you act upon what you find?
And when you're bivouacked in no man's land, right up against the edge of time
Then you'll feel like I feel and we'll call it a meeting of the minds
All I ever really wanted was to play out strong and be free
I said I don't need to hurt nobody, I don't need nobody hurtin me
Well, now mama, I've been there before, must've been about a million times
And I'd rather be cuttin loose and rollin on down the line