i have been writing this song for you
but i can't play the guitar
and i can't sing very well.
i have been painting this picture for you
but the colors keep on running
and the paper is crinkling.
so, i started writing the words i wanted to say,
but the wind picked up and blew them away.
my paintbrush is breaking and starting to fray,
today just isn't my day.
i finished writing you a song,
with a melody to go along.
it started with a smile.
i finished my painting for you,
i framed it, so it stays new.
it ended with a kiss.
that's the best i can do for you.
it's one thing i do have a knack for.