Next to Nothing (Live)

I'm drawing lines

I'm drawing lines on paper

They start to look like smoke

I see them turn to vapor

They go right off the page

And slip into my mind

A constant stream of lines

You fire in my mind

You fire in my mind

Now I'm painting

Now I'm painting pictures

But I don't use the brush

Do it with my fingers

I like the feel of canvas

I like to touch my paint

I'm painting burning buildings

I'm painting burning buildings

I'm painting burning buildings

I try my hand

I try my hand in sculpture

I take a lump of clay

I turn it into something

It stands all by it self

A monument to culture

I stand beside myself

And still I'm next to nothing

And still I'm next to nothing