Blackhawk - That's Just About Right
That's Just About Right
Blackhawk

My old friend lives up in the mountain.
He flew up there to paint the world.
He says, "Even though interpretation's what I count on,
this little picture to me seems blurry.
I just can't seem to set my easel to please me.
Hard lines and the shadows come easy,
I paint my Heaven, but it looks like hell." Yeah
I see it all just as clear as a bell,

your less might be more.
Your blue might be gray,
Your window to the world might be your own front door.
You shiniest day might come in the middle of the night.
He said "I ain't comin' down 'til my picture is perfect,
That's just about right.

and all the wonder is gone from my eyes.
Down through my hands, and onto to the canvas.
Still like my vision, but still a surprise.
Real life," he says, "is the hardest impression.
It's always movin' so I let it come through."
"That my friend," I say, "is the glory of true independence just to do what you do, what you do, what you do." Yeah.

Your blue might be gray,
your less might be more.
You shiniest day might come in the middle of the night.
Your window to the world might be your own front door.

That's just about right.
Without even lookin', he found a little truth:
Well my old friend came down from the mountain.
That you can go through life with the greatest intentions,
but you do what you do, what you just gotta do, yeah.

your less might be more.
Your blue might be gray,
Your window to the world might be your own front door.
You shiniest day might come in the middle of the night.

your less might be more.
Your blue might be gray,
Your window to the world might be your own front door.
You shiniest day might come in the middle of the night.
That's just about right.
That's just about right. Yeah

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