Текст песни Vic Chesnutt

Oh, I wish that I could write a song just like Vic Chesnutt

All bruised, beaten, prophetic, and gone

It's all so untouchable

What can a tall boy from the suburbs say

With a C average and some Nintendo games

Going about his business in an unremarkable way

Well basketball practice sure felt like hell to me

Almost as bad as being dumped, for the first time

For some of us, it was a little rough

So I wish that I could write a song just like Vic Chesnutt

So beautiful, so desperate, and gone

It's all so untouchable

What can a college boy in Ohio say

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Just reading books and admiring things past and gone

Without jumping in

Always waiting for another day

Well band practice sure felt like heaven to me

We were young and a little drunk

Music, for some of us, was not a choice

And our blue chips fall, we take a deep breath in

And the memories they start seepin' in

I put the books down and stop wonderin'

I'm naked now and I'm jumpin' in

Still I wish that I could write a song just like Vic Chesnutt

So bruised, beaten, prophetic and gone

It's all so untouchable