Squier
Cezanne, the unloved prophet, found a dignity
the grace in everyone
He packed his reverence and his paints and went
where no one else had gone
Such a lone-strung man was he
Solitary vision, dyin' to break free
And I hear the voices when you call
see the hero where you fall
You're the reason why I can't get old
You're the reason why I run
you're the reason why I come
I will be forever grasping your oblivion
Pica**o in his world ruled over everything
there was no other way
How else could he face the Dons of history
and brush them all away
Such a potent man was he
Scandalized by nothing - perhaps what only he could see
(chorus)
A man is just a man until he finds himself
as part of something more
And even then he stops to ask himself
what it is he came here for
Such a wondering soul is me
Sure of barely nothing - except for my uncertainty
(chorus)