Blank White Canvas - Gretta Ray

Went out and bought a blank white canvas late last night

Just don’t understand all these feelings I can’t name

Keeping way down inside me

You go through emotions, yet sometimes

They should get off your chest

So you put all your sadness right onto a pallet

And slowly the canvas is dressed

Should I paint my heartache?

Should I paint me lost and cold, no way to get home?

Should I paint my strange desperation or just let it go?

Somehow, somewhere, someone will take me, I know

Almost a year ago, I broke my own heart

Was down on my knees, something out of my reach

Was all that I wanted

Soon I was pushed and guided on to the dark side of love

Then came the storm, I was willingly torn by my very own faults

Should I paint my anger?

Should I paint my never-ending list of regrets?

Should I paint my great expectations or just forget?

Somehow, somewhere, someone is gonna love me to death

Oh, yes

Oh, blank white canvas, wiping you clean

Those blurry images from the past won’t be seen, oh

From the past, won’t be seen again

So I’ll paint my apologies

So I’ll paint our past conversation and my gratitude

So I’ll paint the way that you saved me

You told me, «Somehow, somewhere, someone

Somehow, somewhere, someone

Somehow, somewhere, someone

Some time, some day, some place

Some face is waiting for you

Think they’ve already found you»