Wheelchair Man
Song for Vic Chesnutt


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
©Mike Runion, 2000
7/30/00