I’ve seen it so often
it’s been hanging there so long
a painting, old and dusty,
with no place to belong
the painting says it’s spring but actually it is fall
all my dreams remind me of this picture on the wall
I should be wise by this time
but really – I don’t know
I haven’t even found a
place I want to go
the painting says it’s spring but actually it is fall
all my plans remind me of this picture on the wall
time is running while I’m breathing
my breath is slow and time runs out
don’t even know what this picture is about
today I feel so heavy
but it’s gonna be OK
I’m dusting it all off now
to get rid of the grey
the painting says it’s spring but actually it is fall
my whole life reminds me of this picture on the wall