Intro: C Dm Bb F C Dm Bb F Verse: C Dm Bb F My old friend lives up in the mountains C Dm Bb F He flew up there to paint the world C Dm Bb F He says, "Even though interpretation's what I count on C Dm Bb F This little picture to me seems blurred Am Bb Hard lines and the shadows come easy F C I see it all just as clear as a bell Am Bb I just can't seem to set my easel to please me F Bb C I paint my Heaven but it looks like hell" Chorus: