Hi Jim,
Sorry for the long wait, I have been rather busy lately. Here's my transcript from "The Things We've Handed Down" by the John Wright Band (Fellside Recordings FECD106, UK, 1996)


Waste the Paint (Jim Hunter)

I was at the end of the bar trying to shape the damage of the night before
I was feeling kind of wasted from waking on some stranger's floor
Shaking my head at the memory of what I'd said and done
I ordered up a beer, pulled in a stool and I sat down

Well, the sun shone through the window on an old piano by the wall
Some relic from a by-gone age in some old music hall
And there up above it as the morning light spread its rays
Hung this four by three picture near took my breath away
When a voice right behind me said if you like it, well it's up for sale
And I turned to see a girl leaning up against the bar room rail
And I said I wish I had the money but I guess I've drunk it all these last few days
And as her hair fell in her eyes I felt the urge to brush it away

'Cause she said waste the paint and you can't go wrong
It's in the stroke of a brush it's in the line of a song
Good words come easy when they come from the soul
She paints the picture which no frame could ever hold

True vision comes in the strangest of places and at the strangest of times
And I realised that day that all I wanted was already mine
To breathe life into her dreams and send them off into space
This one's for the girl in the low heel shoes with the angel smile on her face

'Cause she said waste the paint and you can't go wrong
It's in the stroke of a brush it's in the line of a song
Good words come easy when they come from the soul
She paints the picture which no frame could ever hold

And she said waste the paint and you can't go wrong
It's in the stroke of a brush it's in the line of a song
Good words come easy when they come from the soul
She paints the picture which no frame could ever hold
Could ever hold
Could ever hold