Lyrics Vic Chesnutt

Vic Chesnutt

Independence Day

Future stepped into by field and turned it into an empire

Forefathers where are you now ?

Your dust is settling on my furniture

I stepped out of a cloud and the ditch is close

I mean the ditch is closing in.

Hemingway did your fat little self justice

So here's to you you articulate dead fisherman

What if I said I love you and need your guidance to help me through the obstacles ?

Would you say I am too wordy and then would you laugh ?

What if I said I'm under the glass untouchable as the document itself ?

Would you say OK and that you never even considered me ?

Independence day, I never knew it would be so symbolic.