Letra de Achin' to Be (Bearsville Version)
Well she's kind of like an artist Sittin' on the floor Never finishes, she abandons Never shows a soulAnd she's kind of like a movie Everyone rushes to see And no one understands it Sittin' in their seatsShe closes her mouth to speak and What comes out's a mystery Thought about, not understood She's achin' to beDance alone in nightclubs Every other day of the week And no one understands it And no one, checks his cheekAnd she's kind of like a poet Who finds it hard to speak Poems come so slowly Like the colors down a sheetShe opens her mouth to speak and What comes out's a mystery Thought about, not understood She's achin' to beAchin' a mile to my ways, oh why, ohWell she's kind of like an artist Who uses paints no more She never showed me what she's doing Never shows a soulWell, I saw one of your pictures There was nothin' that I could see If no one's on your canvas Well, I'm achin' to beShe closes her mouth to speak and She closes her eyes to see Thought about an' only loved She's achin' to be Achin' to be Achin' to be