No End

They said that it was snowing in astounded tones upon the 
news.
I wonder why they're always so surprised 'cos every year it
 snows.
Frozen images of snowploughs as they churn along the 
motorways.
I haven't had no boots to wear or any loot to spare for 
days and days.

I've travelled more than forty miles today, I must have 
grown some wings.
It's strange how time just seems to fly away, I can't 
remember things.
In a world of my own they say and who can blame them, 
they're just not the same.
I've known about it all along though I thought I was all 
wrong, and it's such a shame.

Why don't you have any brushes any more, I used to like 
your style.
I see no paintings anywhere and there's no smell of 
turpentine.
Did I really have no meaning? well I never thought I'd hear
 those words from you.
Who needs a meaning anyway, I'd settle anyday for a very 
fine view.

I couldn't even tell you all the changes since you saw me 
last.
My dreams were like the autumn leaves, they faded and they 
fell so fast.
In fact as you say the snows are here and how the time it 
slips away.
But I'm glad you did pass by, I think I'll have another 
try. it's another day.

The day and then the night have gone, it was not long 
before the dawn,
And the travelling man who sat so stiffly in his chair 
began to yawn.
Having kept me here so long my friend, I hope you have a 
sleeping place to lend,
But the painter he just smiled and said: I'll see you in a 
while, this one has no end.