Watching Paint Dry

I'm sitting here in hope that I

Can get some peace of mind,

And I'm hoping that the paint fumes

Will provide me with the time

To think about how I will go

And turn this house into a home

For all of us.

I painted it on monday and

It's drying still today.

And off the walls but on my mind's

That horrible wallpaper

That was pasted on the walls

And made the room feel rather small

And dark and sad.

So I laid down the paper and

Picked up my brushes to start.

Painting over this old home

To make it feel like it's my own

But desperate not to be alone

Cause this home needs a heart

And I'm watching the paint dry on the walls

And every time I think I hear

The sound of someone coming near

I turn to see who's there and there is

Never anybody there at all.

Yesterday the room was grey

But now it's kinda blue.

It makes the room feel larger

It's an incandescent hue

That makes me think of electricity

And people living in the city below.

I worked the first half of my life

To spend the second in this place,

And I'm only just discovering

Part of the human race that's looking

Round for someone they would like to

Spend the days and maybe nights to

Fall in love with one another

Settle down, become a mother,

And I'm watching the paint dry on the walls,

Staring blankly to the ether

Wondering if I could even

Be the man that somebody would

Like to give their all, and I'm

Watching the paint dry on the walls

And I'll wait for opportunity to call.