All right, you don't want to fuck
I'll just go on downstairs
And listen to Vic Chesnutt
Up close a crow isn't all black
And neither is the night
If you are the woman I see
How come you can't be she?
If you are the woman I see
How come you won't be she?
They say to ask for what you need
But then . . . .
They say to ask for what you want
But then . . . .
Nobody gives you anything
Do they?
Being the flame must be all consuming
Everyone wants to get near you
all the same
I'm sorry for all this priestly contumely
I hate it when you don't address me by my name
Outside it's so cold the trees are exploding
But in here you could die of exposure
I been alone now so long I'm kind of imploding
And I'm all too used to this kind of disclosure
I said I wanted to write a song about Vic Chesnutt
But really I want him to write one about me
I said I wanted to write a song about Vic Chesnutt
But really I want him to write one about me
How cool would that be
How could that be
You are the woman I see
So how come you can't be she?
You are the woman I see
So how come it's only her you won't be?
All right, you don't want to fuck
I'll just go downstairs and listen to Vic Chesnutt
Up close a crow isn't all black
And neither is the night
Vic Chesnutt, Vic Chesnutt, I'd take a bullet for you
And you know that is true
Hey, you know I'd take a bullet for you
For all the good that would do
Hey, hey, I'd take a bullet for you
But I wouldn't take two
Go to sleep now
Without even dreaming
Pretend the Lord holds you safe in his hands
I wish for you: a brand-new world
Each day in your blue eyes gleaming
Compassion for all the children of man
Stern judgment for the jailers
Mercy for the kept
A harvest of wildflowers from every place
Where Jesus walked and wept
A place in someone's heart
To shelter from dangers
Courage to take the part
Of the harried unwelcome strangers
It's own room for sorrow
Sanctuary for Blue Bear
Again tomorrow another day lived
As some kind of prayer
Stay with me now
While there's still time
Imagine there will always be enough
For extra innings
With the pennant riding
Light sufficient to call the season's bluff
I hope for you: Eternity in an instant
Love in a glance
The hazards of fortune
A second chance
The power of words
Truth to power
Songs of the birds
The days and the hours
Its own room for sorrow
Sanctuary for Blue Bear
Again tomorrow another day lived
As some kind of prayer
Go from me now
The time is come
Make believe it always does
I wish that you may always
Find your path home with an old song
Just as true as whatever was
May you know: Winter in the rose
Lights on the bridge
Horses in the snow
Stars over the ridge
God's eye for color
The Buddha's gift for form
The poet's way with chaos
Blake's place in the storm
Salvation in a moment of clarity
Hope as a deep well
The grace of charity
Joy like ringing a bell
Illumination as in a mirror
Pride in your name
Never to hide your face
To burn like a flame
It's own room for sorrow
Sanctuary for Blue Bear
Again tomorrow another day lived
As some kind of prayer
Come back to me whenever
You feel the need
Ah, you know I'll always be here
Act as if we wrote the lines
Like there's no other way to be
There ain't nothing to fear
May you learn: to wait for that which will not wait for you
Never to talk to iron
That to seek is to worship
That to wander is to find
To envy the ragged their appearance
In the waiting rooms of the Lord
That redemption cannot be taken
At the point of a sword
There's no profit so great
As the wages of sin
The moment and the universe are made
Of what we carry within
To make room for sorrow
Sanctuary for Blue Bear
Again tomorrow another day lived
As some kind of prayer
