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