Once, I had thought life was a fairytale
But now I see that's a joke.
I thought I could have it all
When there before was only smoke.
Out of reach, way too far
I fell off my shooting star
Because I was in love with a blind man.
He's not blind you see/He can see just fine-
and always seems to know what's--
on my mind. . .
But damn-it all-he can't be too smart
With that wood and paint/All he loves. . .
is his friggen art