Wheelchair Man Wheelchair Man Plucking dead strings behind the hotdog stand Stuck in your chair but feeling no pain Trying to find nirvana in the pouring rain Oh oh oh...Wheelchair Man Little man What do you see Alive in the haze of your tripping weed? Tossing out tunes, yeah, one two three No rhyme, no reason, no apologies Oh oh oh...roll away Wheelchair Man Oh oh oh...fly away Wheelchair Man Mystic man Sing us a song Of your melancholy world where next to nothing's wrong Beneath a 40-Watt bulb when the summer's gone In a southernly drawl so weird by strong Oh oh oh...Wheelchair Man Oh oh oh...Hey Wheelchair Man Do you know or ever ask why? Murmuring up to the blank November sky Reckoning that it's gonna crash on down (on your head) C'mon over here and play that funky sound Just for me Just for me Wheelchair Man Wheelchair Man You're strumming guitar and taking a stand Stuck in your chair but feeling no pain Trying to find Nirvana...wherever you can It's alright, hey there Wheelchair Man It's alright, come and save us Wheelchair Man It's alright, come and save us Wheelchair Man |