The painter stood before her work She looked around every where She saw the pictures and she painted them She picked the colors from the air green to green red to red yellow to yellow in the light black to black when the evening comes blue to blue in the night It's a long road behind me It's a long road ahead If you follow every dream You might get lost If you follow every dream You might get lost. She toed the line She held her end up She did the work of too many But in the end She fell down Before she got up again I keep my friends eternally We leave our tracks in the sound Some of them are with me now Some of them can't be found It's a long road behind me and I miss you now If you follow every dream you might get lost If you follow every dream you might get lost.