Man Of Colours

You know those art galleries

On fifth avenue? The prices they charge!

I saw one little picture that cost $50, 000!

They call it a-a Cezanne

Cezanne?

Oh, he was a great french painter

I'd like to own that painting

You would? For $50,000?

There's a noise upstairs in the attic

It's the shuffle of worn-out shoes

And the scent of the oil and the brushes

Drifts down like a pale perfume

And he says: I, I am a man, simple man

A man of colours

And I can see, see through the years

Years of a man

A man of colours

And the old man rubs his failing eyes

And takes a moment to watch the view

From a window nobody knows he's there

He can see the empty street below

And he says: I, I am a man, a simple man

A man of colours

And I can see, see through the years

Years of a man

A man of colours

He says: I keep my life in this paintbox

I keep your face in these picture frames

When I speak to this faded canvas

It tells me I have no need for words anyway

And he says: I, I am a man, a simple man

A man of colours

And I can see, see through the years

Years of a man

A man of colours

He says: I, I am a man, a simple man

A man of colours

And I can see, see through the tears

Tears of a man

A man of colours