I've traveled more than forty miles today
'Cos every year it snows
My dreams were like the autumn leaves
In a world of my own they say and who can blame
It was not long before the dawn
I think I'll have another try, it's another day
Who needs a meaning anyway
I'd settle any day for a very fine view
Having kept me here so long, my friend
I see no paintings anywhere
In his chair, began to yawn
In fact as you say the snows are here
I used to like your style
I was all wrong and it's such a shame
I couldn't even tell you all the changes
The day and then the night have gone
Did I really have no meaning?
And how the time it slips away
I must have grown some wings
I wonder why they're always so surprised
Since you saw me last
I hope you have a sleeping place to lend
But I'm glad you did pass by
Well, I never thought I'd hear those words from you
I can't remember things
I've known about it all along, though I thought
Or any loot to spare for days and days
Them, they're just not the same
Frozen images of snowploughs
As they churn along the motorways
It's strange how time just seems to fly away
And there's no smell of turpentine
Why don't you have any brushes any more?
They faded and they fell so fast
But the painter he just smiled and said
And the traveling man who sat so stiffly
I haven't had no boots to wear
