Well, she's kind of like an artist
Sitting on the floor
She never finishes, she abandons
She never shows a soul

And she's kind of like a movie
That everyone rushes to see
And no one understands it
Sitting in their seats

She closes her mouth to speak (closes her mouth to)
And what comes out's a mystery
She's thought about, not understood
She's achin' to be

Well, she dances alone in nightclubs
Every other day of the week
And people look right through her
Baby doll, check your cheek

And she's kind of like a poet
Who finds it hard to speak
The colors come so slowly
Like the colors down on the streets

She closes her mouth to speak (closes her mouth to)
And she closes her eyes to see
She's thought about, not understood
She's achin' to be
Well, I've been achin' for a while now, friend
Well, I've been achin' hard for years

Well, she's kind of like an artist
That uses paints no more
She never shows you what she's doing
She'll never show a soul

And I saw one of your pictures
But there was nothing that I could see
If no one's on your canvas
Well, I'm achin' to be

She closes her mouth to speak
And she closes her eyes to see
She's thought about, not only loved
She's achin' to be
Just like me