There’s a colonial house Right before Acadia ends I knew that you were gonna buy it someday But we never talked about it again I am a painter of canvasses So money isn’t easy to draw You always said that I should show what I do But I’m still hung up on a flaw And what good can come from the lights on Yeah, what good can come from the lights on Maybe I’m lonelier Lonelier So I’m painting in the dark and guessing what colors are lonelier Lonelier Everything is grey and shaded In a way that suits me I tried to sketch the housе That takes your eyes off of thе road I tried to capture the state it’s in With chipped paint and staircases bowed I have no courage to show you I know what you’ll probably say But I swear that there’s room for improvement Before I go file it away Maybe I’m lonelier Lonelier So I’m painting in the dark and guessing what colors are lonelier Lonelier Everything is grey and shaded In a way that suits me It’s been a month since the car crash I still haven’t figured out words In the place of the sound of your voice Is the whisper of Acadian birds And I finished painting the house last night But it's not the way it’s standing today I cleaned it up and I fixed all the stairs And I drew you in the entryway Maybe I’m lonelier Lonelier So I’m painting in the dark and guessing what colors are lonelier Lonelier Everything is blue and I shaded It like you would have wanted