Some folks see the world as a stone

Concrete daubed in dull monotone

Your heart is the big box of paints

And others, the canvas we're dealt

Your heart is the big box of paints

How coloured the flowers all smelled

As they huddled there, in petalled prayer

They told me this, as I knelt there

Awaken you dreamers

Adrift in your beds

Balloons and streamers

Decorate the inside of your heads

Please let some out

Do it today

But don't let the loveless ones sell you

A world wrapped in grey

Some folks pull this life like a weight

Drab and dragging dreams made of slate

Your heart is the big box of paints

And others, the canvas we're dealt

Your heart is the big box of paints

Just think how the old masters felt, they call...

Awaken you dreamers

Asleep at your desks

Parrots and lemurs

Populate your unconscious grotesques

Please let some out

Do it today

Don't let the loveless ones sell you

A world wrapped in grey

And in the very least you can

Stand up naked and

Grin