There's a noise upstairs in the attic   It's the shuffle of worn out shoes   And the scent of the oil and brushes   Drifts down like a pale perfume      And he says, "I I am a man   A simple man, a man of colors   And I can see, see through the years   Years of a man, a man of colors"      And the old man rubs his failing eyes   And takes a moment to watch the view   From a window nobody knows is there   He can see the empty street below      And he says, "I I am a man   A simple man, a man of colors   And I can see, see through the years   Years of a man, a man of colors"      He says, "I keep my life in this paintbox   I keep your face in these picture frames   And when I speak to this faded canvas it tells me   I have no need for words anyway"      And he says, "I I am a man   A simple man, a man of colors   And I can see, see through the years   Years of a man, a man of colors"      And he says, "I I am a man   A simple man, a man of colors   And I can see, see through the tears   Tears of a man, a man of colors"