Coloring In The Background Of Life  4:37
(Brenda Linton/North Shores, BMI)

The trees that line the path you walk
sway softly as you mutter and sigh.
They wait patiently for you to look up,
see the beauty in the evening sky.
Seeing differently makes all the difference,
a jolt to the head faith-healer style.
We’re all hired help to someone we believe,
coloring in the background of  life.

Both the Calvinist and the Buddhist priest
fall prey to an ego so sly.
The third eye scans the room indifferently
seeking truth or a more comfortable lie.
The spinning mill like a junkyard dog
guards the human capital passing by.
We’re all hired help to someone we despise
and coloring in the background of  life.
               
Hiding our talents from those who don’t care
is more grievous a sin than pride.
We sparkle plenty in the dark, dark night
but in the daylight we don’t even try.

My father built things with his own hands.
My mother served up pills at bedtime.
Now I travel the NET for you late at night,
a good career takes effort and time.
So if the dean is making your life hell,
this postulate can help explain why.
We’re all hired help to someone we admire
in the service of mankind.
We’re all hired help to someone,
coloring in the background of life.