[Verse 1: Tyler Ward]
On a long day in the art room, the room of Central High,
You can see the bunch of papers drawing out this one sigh,
You can think about the cartoons or the games you played the day before.
But your mind will soon be thinking the way they always do,
When you're drawing on your paper, and there's nothing much to do.
And you don't feel much like drawing, you just wish that it was through.

[Chorus: Tyler Ward]
Here I am,
Drawing stuff again,
There I am,
Onto the ring,
Here I go,
Cleaning the paint again,
There I go,
Draw something.

[Verse 2: Tyler Ward]
Well, you walk into an art museum, made some of your own.
And you feel your hands are shakin', as they hit you like a stone,
You pretend you'll try to draw again, but you just want to go home.
Most times you see people there, other times you'll see,
All the same old pictures, "Is that art or reality?"
And you always seem to wonder, if you'll erase what you have seen.

[Chorus: Tyler Ward]
Here I am,
Drawing stuff again,
There I am,
Onto the ring,
Here I go,
Cleaning the paint again,
There I go,
Draw something.

[Verse 3: Tyler Ward]
Looking at the desk, you seem to think a little more,
Everything you've drawn here, you try to have in store,
As you get tired of drawing, like the music that you stored.
Later, in the evening, there's your drawings in your head,
With your brain that's getting busy, with all the papers that you did,
You make today's last drawings, remembering what you did.

[Chorus: Tyler Ward]
Here I am,
Drawing stuff again,
There I am,
Onto the ring,
Here I go,
Cleaning the paint again,
There I go,
Draw something.

[Chorus: Tyler Ward]
Here I am,
Drawing stuff again,
There I am,
Onto the ring,
Here I go,
Cleaning the paint again,
There I go,
There I go.