Paint You A Picture - David Crosby

Winter’s on its way

And the nights are long

The sun called it a day

Hours ago

I thought we’d be together

But I thought wrong

Just too much heavy weather

For you, I know, for much too long

So let me paint you a picture

While the winter sun is sinking

Two rocks in the glass

Two guesses what I’m drinking

The first guess doesn’t count

The bottle’s almost through

Let me paint a picture

A picture for you

Chimneys are blowing

Billows of smoke

The skyline is glowing

Facing south

I’m yours for the taking

I’m two kinds of broke

And I’m still aching

For the taste of your mouth

Let me paint you a picture

Of the river in November

Right before it freezes

Before it’s too much to remember

The things we used to talk about

Believing they’d come true

Let me paint a picture

A picture for you

Let me paint you a picture

From my window today

There’s a hawk that keeps hovering

Over its prey

There’s a gun-metal sky

With patches of blue

Let me paint a picture

Paint a picture for you

The canvas will dry

And the tears will too

Let me paint a picture

Paint a picture for you