There's a noise upstairs in the attic

It's the shuffle of worn out shoes

And the scent of the oil and brushes

Drifts down like a pale perfume

And he says, "I I am a man

A simple man, a man of colors

And I can see, see through the years

Years of a man, a man of colors"

And the old man rubs his failing eyes

And takes a moment to watch the view

From a window nobody knows is there

He can see the empty street below

And he says, "I I am a man

A simple man, a man of colors

And I can see, see through the years

Years of a man, a man of colors"

He says, "I keep my life in this paintbox

I keep your face in these picture frames

And when I speak to this faded canvas it tells me

I have no need for words anyway"

And he says, "I I am a man

A simple man, a man of colors

And I can see, see through the years

Years of a man, a man of colors"

And he says, "I I am a man

A simple man, a man of colors

And I can see, see through the tears

Tears of a man, a man of colors"