Nothing Is Said ('Til the Artist Is Dead)
written: R. Meisner and D. House
You came in sober, you went out a stone-cold drunk
All the old engravings have been redone
Come a little closer, let go of your problem
Be happy that your love is here
'Cause good lovin' is so damn hard to find(How come) - nothing is said 'til the artist is dead
There are too many highways
Nothing is said 'til the artist is dead
You go yours and I'll go my wayWhatever happened to the love we should have had
There was more than any other and now it's all gone bad
It's just a state of mind the man said
Then why are things so belayed
When it's so much fun watching happy people come undoneNothing is said 'til the artist is dead
There are too many highways
Nothing is said 'til the artist is dead
You go yours and I'll go my way
You go yours and I'll go mineCome a little closer, let go of your problem
Be happy your love is here
'Cause good ol' lovin' is so damn hard to find(How come) nothing is said 'til the artist is dead
There are too many highways
Nothing is said 'til the artist is dead
You go yours and I'll go my way
You go yours and I'll go mineNothing is said 'til the artist is dead
Nothing is said 'til the artist is dead
Nothing is said 'til the artist is dead