It hangs on the wall
Museum hall
As it calls to passers by,
A picture so bright,
Seen without light,
And nobody wonders why.
A tired old man
Stares at the wall,
Says, `The color`s blindin` me.`
How could he see
Anything at all
Since he`s got no eyes to see.
It`s not too faded.
Still see the color coming through.
It`s not too jaded.
The more you look, the more you see.
Years ticked away
Colors turn gray
But the man`s still standing there.
Once asked him why,
He said, ` `Cause I
Am the last one here who cares.`
Told me the mind
Will show you more
If you only set it free.
He closed the door,
I closed my eyes--
That`s when I began to see.
It`s not too faded.
Can still see the color coming through.
It`s not too jaded.
The more you look, the more you see.
It`s not too faded.
Still see the color coming through.
It`s not too jaded.
The more you look, the more you see.
It`s not too faded.
I still see that color coming through.
It`s not too jaded.
The more you look, the more you see.
It`s not too faded.
Can still see the color coming through.
It`s not too jaded.
The more you look, the more you see.