portrait (he knew)

He had a thousand ideas
You might have heard his name
He lived alone with his vision
Not looking for fortune or fame
Never said too much to speak of
He was off on another plane
The words that he said were a mystery
Nobodys sure he was sane
But he knew more than me or you
No one could see his view
Oh, where was he going to
He was in search of an answer
The nature of what we are
He was trying to do it a new way
He was bright as a star
But nobody understood him
His numbers are not the way
Hes lost in the deepest enigma
Which no ones unraveled today
But he knew more than me or you
No one could see his view
Oh, where was he going to
And he tried but before he could tell us he died
When he left us the people cried
Where was he going to, going to?
He had a different idea
A glimpse of the master plan
He could see into the future
A true visionary man
But theres something he never told us
It died when he went away
If only he could have been with us
No telling what he might say
But he knew more than me or you
No one could see his view
Oh, where was he going to
And he knew, you could tell by the picture he drew
It was totally something new
Where, where was he going to?