One Whole Year - Bombadil

One day I went to work, told em I had had enough

I was born to be an artist I was meant for paint and brush

So I sold all I owned, what I didn’t sell I burned

And I moved in with my parents, bought supplies with what I’d earned

And now all I got to show for these empty cans of paint

Is a portrait of my mother, a suburban landscape

All the people that I met, all the time that I spent

Was a poor man’s fortune but it didn’t pay the rent

I made it one whole year

Think it went pretty well but I’ll tell you in a minute it was shorter than it

felt

The nurse called my name and I hobbled to my feet

And the test results were good enough to let em set me free

Now they’re tearing off my casts and I’m trying to recall

How to walk and how to dance and how it feels when I fall

I pleaded with the judge and I cried to the jury

But my lawyer says it’s over and I really shouldn’t worry

I thought I’d get off clean but they heard my past was checkered

Don’t they know a man is more than what’s recorded on the record

So they hauled me off in chains and they showed me to my cell

It’s a place that never rains it’s a steel umbrella