If I were a geisha would I find you in my blush
If I were a painter would I find you in my brush
Ink commits to paper what time will dissolve
And all through the world is where I find you
If I were a preacher would I find you in my words
If I were a shepherd would I find you in my heard
Ink commits to paper what the mind will dissolve
And all through the world is where I find you
But I won’t be long
I’ve a loaded gun
And one last run
I won’t be long
Leave the light on, light on
Till I get home