I am well acquainted with a hopeless situation
I'd go as far to say that we're good friends
And we hang out on the corner with our other good friend, sorrow
Wading through the day until it ends
Until the street lights are ignited and the parking lots
Are emptied of their travellers from the day
Among the city-planted tulips and forget-me-nots
What are we
Are we
Artists here
What are we
Are we
Artists here
In the soil that I was planted
And the sun I took for granted
My roots and stem were severed from each other
My waking is to weep
My comfort is to sleep
But I'm not lonely here for loss became my lover
And she is charming and disarming and she likes to dance
Around the garden of our floundering family tree
My love for her is something no one seems to understand
What are we
Are we
Artists here
What are we
Are we
Artists here
And when the sunset heads for cover and the lovers turn
Their hearts to meet each other in a kiss
When the autumn leaves are gathered and are set to burn
What are we
Are we
Artists here
What are we
Are we
Artists here
What are we
Are we
Artists here
What are we
Are we
Artists here