I saw you sitting at a table pouring all your words out on a page
Suddenly it occurred to me we're all just actors out here on a stage
With your handbag full of heartaches and your pockets filled with rage
You step out in the spotlight hope you don't forget lines prepared to turn another page
The years go flying by you as you're dancing out there in the fast lane
Swear you'll use up all your aces till there's no one else left to blame
With the hammer down you realize there's nothing you can use to kill the pain
With everything you own to lose and nothing in this world left to gain
You're a poet and a painter you're an artist and sometimes a singer often times misunderstood
Running down the highway with no sense of direction somewhere between New York and LA
Each night you go out and sing your songs and what you own you try to give away
The crowd thins out and the lights go dim and somehow you always seem to fade away
You're a poet and a painter an artist and sometimes a singer often times misunderstood
Running down the highway with no sense of direction somewhere between New York and LA
Paul E Cox - The Artist Lyrics
Paul E Cox - The Artist Lyrics
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I saw you sitting at a table pouring all your words out on a page
Suddenly it occurred to me we're all just actors out here on a stage
With your handbag full of heartaches and your pockets filled with rage
You step out in the spotlight hope you don't forget lines prepared to turn another page
The years go flying by you as you're dancing out there in the fast lane
Swear you'll use up all your aces till there's no one else left to blame
With the hammer down you realize there's nothing you can use to kill the pain
With everything you own to lose and nothing in this world left to gain
You're a poet and a painter you're an artist and sometimes a singer often times misunderstood
Running down the highway with no sense of direction somewhere between New York and LA
Each night you go out and sing your songs and what you own you try to give away
The crowd thins out and the lights go dim and somehow you always seem to fade away
You're a poet and a painter an artist and sometimes a singer often times misunderstood
Running down the highway with no sense of direction somewhere between New York and LA
Suddenly it occurred to me we're all just actors out here on a stage
With your handbag full of heartaches and your pockets filled with rage
You step out in the spotlight hope you don't forget lines prepared to turn another page
The years go flying by you as you're dancing out there in the fast lane
Swear you'll use up all your aces till there's no one else left to blame
With the hammer down you realize there's nothing you can use to kill the pain
With everything you own to lose and nothing in this world left to gain
You're a poet and a painter you're an artist and sometimes a singer often times misunderstood
Running down the highway with no sense of direction somewhere between New York and LA
Each night you go out and sing your songs and what you own you try to give away
The crowd thins out and the lights go dim and somehow you always seem to fade away
You're a poet and a painter an artist and sometimes a singer often times misunderstood
Running down the highway with no sense of direction somewhere between New York and LA
Writer: Paul Cox
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