Well, she's kind of like an artist   Sittin' on the floor   She never finishes, she abandons   Never shows a soul      And she's kind of like a movie   Everyone rushes to see   And no one understands it   Sitting in their seats      She closes her mouth to speak 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   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 sheets      She closes her mouth to speak 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   I've been achin' hard for years      Well, she's kind of like an artist   Who uses paints no more   She never shows you what she's doing   She never shows a soul      Well, I saw one of your pictures   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 and only loved   She's achin' to be just like me