Christmas 1983
Talk about the future from 1983! How many cats will come and go, how many cars, how many times will we move to touch all our stuff, how much money will slip through our fingers, how many honey-do’s to get to nirvana?
Looking back on 40 years, the last 4 are a blur that needs Ma to fill-in the blanks. I really haven’t stopped obsessing over stuff. Guess I still need the focus to relieve those enduring sore spots. Time has callused some feelings, still some relentless triggers.
The Painter – Cody Johnson
She talks about the future like she’s flippin’ through a magazine
Finds the beauty in the thrown away and broken things
Gets excited about all my crazy dreams
Got every sunset that she’s ever seen memorized
Saves in a way for a rainy day or stormy night
The sky’s brighter lookin’ at it through her eyes
I don’t remember
Life before she came into the picture
Brought the beauty I was missin’ with her
Showed me colors I ain’t never seen
She took chances
With every wall I built, she saw a canvas
I thank God every day for how He made her
My life was black and white but she’s the painter
She reminds me that it ain’t too late to start again
Fine is good but you need some blue every now and then
How’d I live so long without her reckless touch?
I don’t remember
Life before she came into the picture
Brought the beauty I was missin’ with her
Showed me colors I ain’t never seen
She took chances
With every wall I built, she saw a canvas
I thank God every day for how He made her
My life was black and white but she’s the painter
I don’t remember
Life before she came into the picture
Brought the beauty I was missin’ with her
Showed me colors I ain’t never seen
She took chances
With every wall I built, she saw a canvas
I thank God every day for how He made her
My life was black and white but she’s the painter
She’s the painter
The Painter – Cody Johnson