vic chesnutt
mysterious tunnel
Just never could say, "good bye" or "adieu" Ooh, but the years, they have been so kind to you There's some skills that I have learned to do And I would certainly like to share them with you You're outside hanging wet linen And I am giving a Van Dyke listening  If you need a little help stretching the canvas If you need a shaky ride to Lawrence, Kansas If you need a little help hauling that big, fat sack I'll be sitting right here beside my stone age fax machine You're up there amongst the mountains And I am drinking from a nasty water fountain  I just never could lay a bead on you I took a sad envelope of seed from you I just never could get something to take root One just never can tell about the growth shoot I am crouched with a weak shovel And you are tending the mysterious tunnel