Well look here I drew a picture of the one who went away I had no one to talk to but sure had a lot to say She didn't leave a photograph so I'll tell you honestly That this had to be Painted by memory Chorus And those are the eyes that never want to see me again And those are the lips that said my heart would mend It may not look just like her but don't blame me Because it had to be painted by memory Oh I know that this could never be called a work of art But in some way I could just display the canvas of my heart Well you'd know I did the best I could and you'd be proud of me Because this had to be painted by memory Chorus I'm not a grand old painter so exuse the artistry Because it had to be painted my memory