|Artist||Rev. Howard Finster (featuring)|
|Song||That's Just About Right|
|Technical Specifications||colour - format unknown|
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 blurred.
Hard lines and the shadows come easy,
I see it all just as clear as a bell,
I just can't seem to set my easel to please me.
I paint my Heaven, but it looks like hell." Yeah
Your blue might be gray,
your less might be more.
Your window to the world might be your own front door.
You shiniest day might come in the middle of the night.