You rise with the sun to catch the first light, perfection is right in your grasp,
You set up your easel, lay out your paint, your brush is held tight in your clasp,
Surrounded by nature and fresh, clean air, your eyes search for the ideal scene,
Your canvas is set – the light is just right, you paint like a living machine.
The sun moves so quickly and clouds soon appear, light changes right before your eyes,
The clouds fill with thunder and lightening too, what brought on the rain in the skies,
You pack up your painting, your paints and all, you make a mad dash for the car,
Tomorrow you’ll start all over again, because you’re a painting rock star.