Picture With No Paint

Walking tall but feeling small
Pretending he's got it all
Fire in his eyes and a heart of stone
Making his way through life alone

The man paints his picture
Even though he has no paint
Pictures himself there with her
Too bad for him he ain't a saint

He holds his head way up high
But on his own he'll sit and cry
Casts his mind back far and wide
Now all his days are left inside

The man paints his picture
Even though he has no paint
Pictures himself there with her
Too bad for him he ain't a saint

The other man should've run
Lived out his days in the sun
But he came and had his fun
But there could be only one

The man paints his picture
Even though he has no paint
Pictures himself there with her
Too bad for him she ain't a saint
Too bad for him she ain't a saint
Too bad for him she ain't a saint
Too bad for him she ain't a saint



Credits
Writer(s): Scott Cameron
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