Rorschachs (The Unsigned Painting / The Weird Beast) Rickie Lee Jones

[Part 1: The Unsigned Painting]

[Intro]
There must be a golden frame
Coming to me
‘Cause where are you?
Where are you?
Where are you?

[Verse 1]
The day where you first heard
Your heart beat listens for you still
So I think it’s not so much the painting
As it is what you give yourself by what you leave
Your signature

[Verse 2]
On Sundays the ladies took off their wiry, old hats
And made donuts in the back of the church
I could always smell them cooking
In the middle of Mass

[Verse 3]
Cakes were prizes at carnivals
And holding hands
Was a gift of our landscapes
Because the heart is always
That one summer night
And you stretch it from face to face
Like chewing gum
You can rig it up and hear each other through a tin can
But now it bakes and hardens like an old dream
Under the front porch
Where the air is talcum
And my Mamma’s eyes are blue
And Father took the Weird Beast
And we’re walking next to you