Self-portrait as a roustabout
You can see me in your mind
Because I’m gone all the time

Graffiti of a debutante
Plastered on this wall
Like a thing you want

If I wanted to be a question
Where would I begin
I’m a fly in the chardonnay
Learning to swim

Sketches of a disappointment
Never been enough
When you're aways giving up

Still life of the greener grass
Further away
Every year that passed

If I wanted to be an question
Where would I begin
I’m a fly in the chardonnay
Learning to swim

I think it's all abstraction
Makes sense if you know what to look for
The avant Garde will tell us
That window is a door
While waiting for my own renaissance

If I wanted to be a lesson
Where would I begin
I’m a fly in the chardonnay
Learning to swim