Leave It Like It Is Songtext

von David Wilcox

Now when the paint jar tipped off of the table
You watched as it started to fall.
Glass popped, shattered and splattered.
The paint spray hit the wall.

Bright blue glossy enamel,
Across the kitchen floor.
You said "Good God, look at that pattern,
I've never seen that before."

Leave it like it is.
Never mind the turpentine.
Just leave it like it is,
It's fine.

When the paint dried you gave it a title
You called it Kitchen Blue.
A white frame painted around it,
And gallery lighting too.

Rich folks come over to dinner
They all want one of their own.
They say "How much?" " Who is the artist?"
And "My, what a beautiful home."

Leave it like it is.
Never mind the turpentine.
Just leave it like it is,
It's fine.

Most folks suffer in sorrow,
Thinking they're just no good.
They don't match the magazine model,
As close as they think they should.

They live just like the paint-by-numbers
The teacher would be impressed.
A lifetime of follow the lines,
So they're just like all of the rest.

Leave it like it is.
Never mind the turpentine.
Just leave it like it is,
It's fine.