They say pain can bring out the artist's best
but since you've been gone, i just can't care less
common sense doesn't realize
it can hurt so bad
everyday i sit in my garret staring at the floor
but my heart isn't in it anymore
There goes my inspiration
my reason for creation
there goes my inspiration
i felt it fly away when you said goodbye
Me and gaugin used to party down
i was hung in the louvre, i was renoir's pal
vincent van gogh used to joke with me
now they don't come 'round
it's all over town that the master's lost his touch
i'm so lost i can hardly hold a brush
There goes my inspiration
my reason for creation
there goes my inspiration
i felt it fly away when you said goodbye
And now my palette is a sorry mix of grey and brown
and all the other art lovers stay away 'cause i'm bringing them down
Now i wander the left bank every day
searching for my muse in a sad cafe
peddle my oils to the galleries
but they turn me down
everybody says i'm a master of technique
but the style and the sentiment is weak
There goes my inspiration
my reason for creation
there goes my inspiration
i felt it fly away when you said goodbye
There goes my inspiration
my reason for creation
there goes my inspiration
i felt it fly away when you said goodbye