Mrs. Stadler

Mrs. Stadler, won't you teach me how to paint?
To paint, today
Mrs. Stadler, won't you teach me how?

Mrs. Stadler, your hair is turning gray
I heard about your cells today
I didn't want to leave that way
If you see me again
Will you still be my friend?
Why must we grow older, older?

And when we meet again
Just after freedom ends
When the world is almost over, over
Will everything still be the same?

I come in peace, to drink your wine
And find myself in photographs
We're all crossing, the starting line
It hurts my back to think of it
I want to leave, this place in time

Mrs. Stadler, taught me to paint
She told me to live my own way
I've got a feeling, it's so hard to say
But your life will happen, anyway

Mrs. Stadler, taught me to paint
She told me to live my own way
I've got a feeling, it's so hard to say
But your life will happen, anyway