Mind of an Artist

He says we never see 'em The trees in the sky I had to ask why we can't see them He just looked up at the bright summer sky And said the birds will take us from here Must be the mind of an artist The mind of an artist Well I had to call him at three:45 And his office said That he had gone for real He couldn't stand all the walls in the sky Said the flowers were surely concealed Must be the mind of an artist The mind of an artist Well I went out walking but didn't know how He taught me but I keep forgetting He says if you don't look around once a while The mud will take you in Don't let it Must be the mind of an artist The mind of an artist Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm