Mysterious Tunnel - Vic Chesnutt

I 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