The Artist

She wrote me down a tune That had me wondering if I was dead Then it woke me, moving With the swaying of my head I know she's in the driveway dancing After I'm in bed Naked in the starlight With her arms above her head She says the artist is reckless With the freedom of flight High, ride the wind or die Bring me the moon one more time She won't concede to the lowly prospect That down below there's a bitter truth Don't look now, I do not intend to argue You keep doing you If nothing else you've got the view Painting of the trees and sparrows Scattered across the floor Candles in the hallway Are running her to the door Perhaps the stars at night have written A message across the sky True enough to lure her Leaving it all behind Cause when the artist is restless It's the freedom of flight High, reach your arms out wide Sail the skies one more time She says the artist is reckless With the freedom of flight High, ride the wind or die Bring me the moon one more time She won't concede to the lowly prospect That down below there's a bitter truth Don't look now, I do not intend to argue You keep doing you If nothing else you've got the view If nothing else you've got the view If nothing else you've got the view