Achin' To Be

	Well she's kind of like an artist
	Sittin' on the floor
	Never finishes, she abandons
	Never shows a soul
	And she's kind of like a movie
	Everyone rushes to see
	And no one understands it
	Sittin' in their seats
	She opens her mouth to speak and
	What comes out's a mystery
	Thought about, not understood
	She's achin' to be
	Well she dances alone in nightclubs
	Every other day of the week
	People look right through her
	Baby doll, check your cheek
	And she's kind of like a poet
	Who finds it hard to speak
	Poems come so slowly
	Like the colors down a sheet
	She opens her mouth to speak and
	What comes out's a mystery
	Thought about, not understood
	She's achin' to be
	I've been achin' for a while now, friend
	I've been achin' hard for years
	Well she's kind of like an artist
	Who uses paints no more
	You never show me what you're doing
	Never show a soul
	Well, i saw one of your pictures
	There was nothin' that i could see
	If no one's on your canvas
	Well, i'm achin' to be
	She closes her mouth to speak and
	Closes her eyes to see
	Thought about an' only loved
	She's achin' to be
	Just like me