Portrait on the Wall

Well, there’s a portrait of my grandfather

The part of me that I will never meet

I heard he liked to play alone

In bars of Italy and Rome

I’ve heard he’s not a man you’d want to meet

And there is a map upon my wall

Of places I think now I’ll never see

But I’ll hang it above my bed

And every time I rest my head

I’ll dream of the mountains and the sea

And I’ve got your book still on my shelf

He’s twisted and he’s torn at the seam

And his pages move no more

And his words dance to no chords

Just part of you that I must always keep

And there’s a song about an ancient lover

A song about the beast inside of me

But when you got no clever rhymes

And you’re tired all the time

You need a song to pass some of the time

I wrote a song to pass some of the time