They Say Pain Can Bring Out The Artist's Best

But Since You've Been Gone, I Just Can't Care Less

Common Sense Doesn't Realize

It Can Hurt So Bad

Everyday I Sit In My Garret Staring At The Floor

But My Heart Isn't In It Anymore



There Goes My Inspiration

My Reason For Creation

There Goes My Inspiration

I Felt It Fly Away When You Said Goodbye



Me And Gaugin Used To Party Down

I Was Hung In The Louvre, I Was Renoir's Pal

Vincent Van Gogh Used To Joke With Me

Now They Don't Come 'round

It's All Over Town That The Master's Lost His Touch

I'm So Lost I Can Hardly Hold A Brush



There Goes My Inspiration

My Reason For Creation

There Goes My Inspiration

I Felt It Fly Away When You Said Goodbye



And Now My Palette Is A Sorry Mix Of Grey And Brown

And All The Other Art Lovers Stay Away 'cause I'm Bringing Them Down



Now I Wander The Left Bank Every Day

Searching For My Muse In A Sad Cafe

Peddle My Oils To The Galleries

But They Turn Me Down

Everybody Says I'm A Master Of Technique

But The Style And The Sentiment Is Weak



There Goes My Inspiration

My Reason For Creation

There Goes My Inspiration

I Felt It Fly Away When You Said Goodbye



There Goes My Inspiration

My Reason For Creation

There Goes My Inspiration

I Felt It Fly Away When You Said Goodbye