Lucy was 7 and wore a head of blue barettesCity born, into this
world with no knowledge and no regretsHad a piece of yellow
chalk with which she'd draw upon the streetThe many faces
of the various locals that she would meetThere was joshua, age
10Bully of the blockWho always took her milk money at the
morning bus stopThere was Mrs. Crabtree, and her poodleShe
always gave a wave and holler on her weekly trip down to the
bingo parlorAnd she drewMen, women, kids, sunsets, cloudsAnd she
drewSkyscrapers, fruit stands, cities, townsAlways said hello to
passers-byThey'd ask her why she passed her timeAttachin
lines to concreteBut she would only smileNow all the other
children living in or near her buildingRan around like tyrants,
soaking up the open fire hydrantsThey would say'Hey little
Lucy, wanna come jump double dutch?'Lucy would pause, look,
grin and say'I'm busy, thank you much'Well, well,
one year passedAnd believe it or notShe covered every last inch
of the entire sidewalk,And she stopped'Lucy, after all
this, you're just giving in today?'She
said:'I'm not giving in, I'm finished,' and
walked away(Chorus: x2)1 2 3That's the speed of the seedA B
CThat's the speed of the needYou can dream a little dreamOr
you can live a little dreamI'd rather live itCuz dreamers
always chaseBut never get itNow Lucy was 37, and introverted
somewhatBasement apartment in the same building she grew up
inShe traded in her blue barettes for long locks held up with a
clipTraded in her yellow chalk for charcoal sticksAnd she
drewLittle bobby who would come to sweep the porchAnd she
drewThe mailman, delivered everyday at 4Lucy had very little
contact with the folks outside her cubicle dayBut she found it
suitable, and she liked it that wayShe had a man now: Rico,
similar, hermitThey would only see each other once or twice a
week on purposeThey appreciated space and Rico was an artist
tooSo they'd connect on saturdays to share the pictures
that they drew(Look!)Now every month or so, she'd get a
knock upon the front doorJust one of the neighbors,Actin nice,
although she was a strange girl, reallySay, 'Lucy, wanna
join me for some lunch??'Lucy would smile and say
'I'm busy, thank you much'And they would make a
weird face the second the door shutAnd run and tell their
friends how truly crazy Lucy wasAnd lucy knew what people
thought but didn't careCuz while they spread their rumors
through the streetShe'd paint another masterpiece(Chorus
x2)Lucy was 87, upon her death bedAt the senior home, where she
had previously checked inTraded in the locks and clips for a
head restTraded in the charcoal sticks for arthritis, it had to
happenAnd she drew no more, just sat and watched the dawnHad a
television in the room that she'd never turned onLucy
pinned up a life worth's of pictures on the wallAnd sat and
smiled, looked each one over, just to laugh at it allNo Rico, he
had passed, 'bout 5 years backSo the visiting hours pulled
in a big flock o' nothinShe'd never spoken once
throughout the spanning of her lifeUntil the day she leaned
forward, grinned and pulled the nurse asideAnd she
said:'Look, I've never had a dream in my lifeBecause a
dream is what you wanna do, but still haven't pursuedI knew
what I wanted and did it till it was doneSo i've been the
dream that I wanted to be since day one!'Well!The nurse
jumped back,She'd never heard Lucy even
talk,'Specially words like thatShe walked over to the door,
and pulled it closed behindThen Lucy blew a kiss to each one of
her picturesAnd she died.(Chorus x2)1 2 3...A B C...