Tortured Artist - Widespread Panic



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



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