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