If I were a geisha would I find you in my blush If I were a painter would I find you in my brush Ink commits to paper what time will dissolve And all through the world is where I find you
If I were a preacher would I find you in my words If I were a shepherd would I find you in my heard Ink commits to paper what the mind will dissolve And all through the world is where I find you
But I won't be long I've a loaded gun And one last run I won't be long Leave the light on, light on Till I get home
