Lyrics

The peeling paint on the Cadillac
Thick, green moss on the wheel
The shiny coat I’ll never get back
A moment in time it’s surreal

I am the moss and the peeling paint
The trees grow old beside me
My colors bleed and I grow faint
As the stillness creeps inside me

Chorus
Can you see me on this wall
Staring back what’s your name
Do not worry I won’t fall
I am locked inside this frame

This moment is captured
Paint’s dry no touching up
Look close see I’m enraptured
Though the surface still feels rough

Just look at me objectively
To see where color is bold
Beautiful or off slightly
The story is there to be told

Chorus

Is art really worth what it fetches
Most are and have lots to tell
Interpretations wrap round edges
May you Hear the words that befell

I am the artist and the canvas
I write songs so i can share
Stories that include all of us
Mossy old Cadillacs and trees that care

Can you see me on this wall
Staring back what’s your name
Do not worry I won’t fall
I am locked in side this frame

Can you see me on this wall
Staring back what’s your name
Do not worry I won’t fall
Safely locked inside this frame... I am safely locked inside this frame