(Music and Lyrics:  Sam Mullins)

It starts with paint
Nothing more than paint
There’s no concept
There’s no plan
As indirect as my old man
Just paint.

I’ve studied Chuck Close
Jackson Pollock
Lost my muse to gin and tonic
Found it in a Chinese girl
Who took me once around the world
With paint.

There’s always hope that someone will see
And I know that there’s no guarantee
But there’s faint hope, there’s a possibility
That someone will see me, see me in this paint.

I used to search for words to dignify
Adjectives to amplify
These morbid thoughts I kept in inside
But words could never purify
Like paint.
You can cover anything in paint

There’s always hope that someone will see
And I know that there’s no guarantee
But there’s faint hope, there’s a possibility
That someone will see me, see me in this paint.