Achin' To Be

Well she's kind of like an artist
Sittin' on the floor
She never finishes, she abandons
She never shows a soul
And she's kind of like a movie
That everyone rushes to see
And no one understands it
Sittin' in their seats
She closes her mouth to speak and
What comes out's a mystery
She's thought about, not understood
She's achin' to be
Well she dances alone in nightclubs
Every other day of the week
And people look right through her
Baby doll, check your teeth
And she's kind of like a poet
Who finds it hard to speak
The colors come so slowly
Like the colors down on the sheets
She closes her mouth to speak and
She closes her eyes to see
She's 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
She never shows you what she's doing
She'd never show a soul
Well, I saw one of your pictures
And 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
She closes her eyes to see
She's thought about
Now I'm in love
She's achin' to be
Just like me