David Crosby - I Am No Artist

No true desire burns within me now
I am no artist, lonely and supreme
Fulfilled within myself
Needing no hand
No hand to touch
No eyes to smile
No lips to speak
I am no artist
I am no artist

I am (No)
The wind blows in the pines and I am sad
Wanting your presence here (Presence here) (With you)
The bluejay flies over the ruffling water to the hill
Lonely and dark and scattered yet with leaves

I'd ask you why
This bird will never go South
When the prophets think he has passed into a sunny Heaven
Why stay here?
When snow blinds in the icy darkness still
When there are strong blue wings to bear you out into a sky
Into a singin' land

Needing no hint
No eyes to smile
No lips to speak
I am no artist
I am no artist
I am (I am)
(No)
No artist

I'd ask you that
And wait for your reply
Knowing your wisdom must exceed my own

The wind blows and the pines line the sand
Wanting you here beside me
Now I know

I am no artist
Lonely and supreme
Needing no hand to tie
No eyes to smile
Only your lips
Your presence here
Would seem to send me winging
Southward, mile on mile

I am no artist
I am no artist
I am no artist
I am no artist
I am
(No) Artist