Artist: widespread panic
Song: tortured artist
Feelin' ticklish, just met a new girl
She's got a tattoo, said she remembers you
Oh, one day waitin' out the rain
She embroidered the portrait of a tortured artist on your sleeve
Laugh at your own jokes, ooh wouldn't dare laugh at yourself
What a surprise
Happy, happy birthday to you
Oh you're mama's little dream come true
She painted the colors of the sunset with her fingers on my teepee
Likes cold, cold wine, cradled in the evening sky
Drinks in the deep dark reds of romance and poetry
Laughs out loud as movie stars shed their tears
In her sleep, she dreams with melancholoy
And I know, I know I'm just like you
I was leaving in a way, I'm already gone
Still young, though, oozing to the radio
Oh, like poetry, a tired cowboy
Who just let his horse run free
I know, ooh, I'm just like you
Not goin' anywhere.
Feel near gone,
There's a van passing fast
Moving in stereo
Barely see her face
Or maybe outline
I'm not, I can barely see
Even as she sleeps, oh, she laughs so long
Laughing loud
