I Am No Artist - David Crosby, Michelle Willis, Becca Stevens

No true desire burns within me now

I am no artist, lonely and supreme

Fulfilled within myself

Needing no hand

No hand to touch

No eyes to smile

No lips to speak

I am no artist

I am no artist

I am (No)

The wind blows in the pines and I am sad

Wanting your presence here (Presence here) (With you)

The bluejay flies over the ruffling water to the hill

Lonely and dark and scattered yet with leaves

I’d ask you why

This bird will never go South

When the prophets think he has passed into a sunny Heaven

Why stay here?

When snow blinds in the icy darkness still

When there are strong blue wings to bear you out into a sky

Into a singin' land

Needing no hint

No eyes to smile

No lips to speak

I am no artist

I am no artist

I am (I am)

(No)

No artist

I’d ask you that

And wait for your reply

Knowing your wisdom must exceed my own

The wind blows and the pines line the sand

Wanting you here beside me

Now I know

I am no artist

Lonely and supreme

Needing no hand to tie

No eyes to smile

Only your lips

Your presence here

Would seem to send me winging

Southward, mile on mile

I am no artist

I am no artist

I am no artist

I am no artist

I am

(No) Artist