Figure Drawing Lyrics

Where is the line between fact and fiction?

The one we crossed when it was over

Some take the books, and some take the high road

Me, I just took what I can carry

I went out west where I could see the mountains

I thought I'd stay until the day I left

And all those things, that I thought were so precious

You know I left them in a box by the Goodwill bin

And the lines on the page may soften with age

But the picture's someone I've seen

And they say that the muse is the only thing you lose

But me, I'm still figure drawing

I had a friend, I never thought about him dying

Until one night I got a call that he had

John spoke softly but the world was exploding

I fell to my knees, haven't gotten up since

The rains came and they filled up the valley

The dam burst and it took our little home

The wife and I we went back to the ruins

Like servants of old in the last days of Rome



We brought you home, like I can't even believe it

I blinked my eyes, and you were already ten

Went to bed and now you're leaving for college

What a wonder it is! Just how lucky I've been