Oh What Should I Do With You

In a big bustling city a printmaker cried
Oh! what should I do with you

A new print she had made, and she could not decide
Oh! what should I do with you

When asked if she'd frame it, she immediately replied
Oh! what should I do with you

She didn't want to lose it, but she didn't want it tied
Oh! what should I do with you

after years of hard work, the joy and the pain
the award, the book, some loss and some gain
if you listen hard you can hear her say this again
Oh! what should I do with you

The vagabond walked and was caught in mid-stride
Oh! what should I do with you

She painted a path so he could walk by her side
Oh! what should I do with you

His own expectations getting ever so wide
Oh! what should I do with you

Even a touch of eraser just could not hide
Oh! what should I do with you

This widening patch could leave a big stain
give rise to eddies that could drown out the main
all his wanderings then would be in vain
Oh! what should I do with you

Now if you think of the urges that cannot be denied
Oh! what should I do with you

A new print that she made on the stone deep inside
Oh! what should I do with you

Without asking you were engulfed in the tide
Oh! what should I do with you

Isn't it enough to be satisfied?
Oh! what should I do with you

stunning moments would ride over boredom and pain
a brilliant stroke that would cut through mundane
and you wouldn't ever have to sing this refrain
Oh! what should I do with you