Strokes

We all wondered why you never tried
A little effort would have brought you far
But you had bigger plans and bigger hands
And other places to drive your fast, little car

It may not have been the right way to go, Lord I know
But it was the only route I ever knew to take

So standing on the outside, it’s easy
To judge and make our own distinctions
Through the hazy fog and all the smoke
When standing so close to the painting
You know we don’t see nothing but the strokes
Nothing but the strokes

I know it was the wrong way to go, Lord I know
But it was the only choice I ever knew to make

And standing on the outside, it’s easy
To judge and make our own distinctions
Through the hazy fog and all the smoke
When standing so close to the painting
You know we don’t see nothing but the strokes
Nothing but the strokes