A lonely day I went outside
To smoke a while and think about a picture in a book
He was laying in the grass in his suit
As the angler posed in the pursuit of the fish

Oh, to be there, the smell of her hair
The dear swiming through the watery woods
Life won’t last long for those who hate it
For those who love it, it lingers on like a dream

Freed from doubt, my cigarette went out
The sun came out and warmed up the house
Oh, to be fading into that painting
As I wrap up the tune and bring it to you