This one started with Jane plucking the violin one afternoon - the rest fell into place after we jammed on it for a little while.
Lyrics
There's a mountain on the side of the moon
I've been contemplatin' movin' there soon.
Figure if I gotta be alone then I might as well have a good view.
There's a street somewhere I hear it's made of gold
We'll be walking on it there someday I'm told
I know it's quite a story but deep inside I'm sure that it is true.
I'm an artist but I keep it deep inside.
Sometimes I color outside the lines
and I paint a pretty picture of a girl
and she looks like you
Got a letter in the mail today
said send me fifty dollars and I'll pray
and all your indiscretions and your
little bitty sins will fade away.
there was a tower and they built it to the sky
and God he looked down with a sigh
said I guess you're never really gonna get it
and he changed the way we speak
there's a woman drawing water at a well
comes a man he had a story there to tell
he said I see that you are thirsty
if you listen you won't have to drink again
He's an artist but he keeps deep inside.
Sometimes he colors outside the lines
and he paints some pretty pictures of the girls
and they look like you
sent a letter in the mail today
said you don't have to listen what they say
cause I'm always gonna love you
and I'm always gonna make your day.
One of my favorites