a funny pilgrim on a crazy crusade
a saucy chaucer, a sorry chapter mislaid
whittled with an exacto knife
plum right through my load bearing wall
I'm horrified now that I could do such a thing
but I thought I saw the singer
I've heard those chimes so many other times
but if I gave in, it had to of been
I whupped it out, and destroyed my selfish cocoon
since I gave in, it had to of been
since I gave in, I hope it had to been
I'm not an optimist, I'm not a realist
I might be a subrealist, but I can't substantiate
it was bigger than me and I felt like a sick child
dragged by a donkey, through the myrtle
Myrtle Lyrics performed by Vic Chesnutt are property and copyright of the authors, artists and labels. You should note that Myrtle Lyrics performed by Vic Chesnutt is only provided for educational purposes only and if you like the song you should buy the CD