Figure Drawing

Where is the line between fact and fiction?
The one we crossed when it was over
Some take the books, and some take the high road
Me, I just took what I can carry

I went out west where I could see the mountains
I thought I'd stay until the day I left
cnd all those things, that I thought were so precious
You know I left them in a box by the Goodwill bin

cnd the lines on the page may soften with age
But the picture's someone I've seen
cnd they say that the muse is the only thing you lose
But me, I'm still figure drawing

Dear friend, I never thought about you dying
Until one night I got a call that you had
John spoke softly but the world was exploding
I fell to my knees, and I haven't gotten up since

cnd the lines on the page may soften with age
But the picture's someone I've seen
cnd they say that the muse is the only thing you lose
But me, I'm still figure drawing

The rains came and filled up the valley
The damn burst and took our little home
The wife and I we went back to the ruins
Like servants of old in the last days of Rome

cnd the lines on the page may soften with age
But the picture's someone I've seen
cnd they say that the muse is the only thing you lose
But me, I'm still figure drawing

We brought you home, like I can't even believe it
Blinked my eyes, and you were already ten
Went to bed and now you're leaving for college
What a wonder it is! Just how lucky I've been

cnd the lines on the page may soften with age
But the picture's someone I've seen
cnd they say that the muse is the only thing you lose
But me, I'm still figure drawing

cnd the lines on the page may soften with age
But the picture's someone I've seen
cnd they say that the muse is the only thing you lose
But me, I'm still figure drawing