In a house on the edge of town A young boy paints, dreams abound With colors bright, he sketches life But his parents scoff It's a fruitless strife Be realistic, be smart, they say Art won't pay the bills anyway But he holds his brush, strokes the sky I'll paint my path, just watch me fly They laugh at his canvas dreams Say life's not as easy as it seems Join the office, drop the art But he knows creation's in his heart They laugh at his canvas dreams Say life's not as easy as it seems Join the office, drop the art But he knows creation's in his heart Be realistic, be smart, they say Art won't pay the bills anyway But he holds his brush, strokes the sky I'll paint my path, just watch me fly They can't see the world through his eyes The hues and shades of his highs Their words are sharp, but he won't comply For in his art, he feels alive Be realistic, be smart, they repeat But in his heart, he won't accept defeat With every color, he defies their cry I'll paint my path, just watch me fly Be realistic, be smart, they repeat But in his heart, he won't accept defeat With every color, he defies their cry I'll paint my path, just watch me fly So let them mock, let them jeer The artist's road is crystal clear For dreams are worth the chase, he knows With every stroke, his courage grows