Craise Finton Kirk Royal Academy Of Arts (Alternate Take) Songtext / Lyric

He smiled and rubbed the stubble on his chin

He sure shall find the weariness and dreariness of life that's growing thin

Yet he didn't have so very far to go

With a pencil in his hand he will travel on as planned

With a mere step in the mountain to a light



Craise Finton Kirk, see him go, on his way

Oh they don't know where he is

Very very nice, very very nice



Even in the morning when he slept

Something odd is missing

There's nothing very much to talk about

And nothing very much to see






Craise Finton Kirk, see him go, on his way

oh they don't know where he is

Very very nice, very very nice



Talks about the place he'd like to go

And you never see the worrying and hurrying and that makes a person slow

Yet you wouldn't think he'd be so hard to find

Yet he looks so very busy but there's nothing on his mind

And his wavy hair continues not to grow



Craise Finton Kirk, see him go, on his way

oh they don't know where he is

Very very nice, very very nice



Craise Finton Kirk, see him go, on his way

Oh they don't know where he is

Very very nice, very very nice