Teacher took the portrait down
And everyone saw him frown 
He said no I'm not touched at all 
This picture has no soul 
But look at you 
What could you have been through
And that was long ago 

These are the days that make us artists
So take it all in when it feels like the end
Don't try to define your spirit to drift 
Keep track of mistakes 
Spend hours on one unshakable thought 

Does everyone know 
Once you think you're an artist you're nothing at all
Until it's falling apart 
And you find you can draw from your sarrow
Trace your shape on a sidewalk and leave asylum inside 

Volted image in your mind
Wake me up with dreams of travel 
Pretend your love songs are for alcohol 

Play your rhythms on the spruce top 
Are we still obstinate to counsel
Are we a groove or a melody

We hung paintings on the wall hiding speaker wire
Singing Johnny Hallyday
Hey Joe you struch a James Bond Pose
And when the music ends I love you silent as the snow 

Such is life and so it goes
Inside I know we could still raise the roof
I still want to prove it 
Regrets are tenacious like gaps in generations
Don't apologize for the moments when it all feels right 
Gravity relies on a dreamer trying to cut the ties 

I drift away but I am raveled with you
These are the days that make us artists

Play your rhythms on teh spruce top
Are we still obstinate to counsel 
Are we a groove or a melody

We hung paintings on the wall hiding speaker wire
Singing Johny Hallyday
Hey Joe you struck a James Bond pose
And when the music ends I love you silent as the snow

I think about it now why didn't it matter  more before
But you knew me before I started wondering who I am
Does everyone know
Once you think you're and artist
Hold On
Don't let it go

Play your rhythms on the spruce top
Are we still obstinate to counsel
Are we a groove or a melody

We hung paintings on the wall hiding speaker wire
Singing Juhnny Hallyday
Hey Joe you struck a James Bond pose
And when the music ends I love you silent as the snow