He talks a lot but never talks to anyone at all He shakes his fists at busses and old posters on the walls He knows someone who knew something about J.F.K But his friends are just the shadows in the halls and alleyways The rumbling frozen pipes whisper secrets in the night In the coffee grounds, his fingers sketch a portrait of his wife She knew the legal eagle when his wings swept through the stars Before he shut the furnace down and sealed away his heart [Chorus] It's Gauguin gone Hollywood again A sleeping giant inside a rabbit's skin Tahitian doors beyond the painted veil Another simple mind adrift Like Gauguin going Hollywood again The day lacks color, days are duller than a bu*ter knife Rusty water running through hands out of touch with life A man of independent means, he'd have us all believe A soul who throws his wings away before he goes to sleep [Chorus] If only for a moment, the dead weight were alive An invitation for the flame to shine a light inside Illuminating darkness, giving him release Then someday in his trash can we'll find a masterpiece [Chorus] Like Gauguin going Hollywood again