Oh, I wish that I could write a song just like Vic Chesnutt  All bruised, beaten, prophetic, and gone  It's all so untouchable  What can a tall boy from the suburbs say  With a C average and some Nintendo games  Going about his business in an unremarkable way  Well basketball practice sure felt like hell to me  Almost as bad as being dumped, for the first time  For some of us, it was a little rough    So I wish that I could write a song just like Vic Chesnutt  So beautiful, so desperate, and gone  It's all so untouchable  What can a college boy in Ohio say  Two different shoes and a cynical way  Just reading books and admiring things past and gone  Without jumping in  Always waiting for another day    Well band practice sure felt like heaven to me  We were young and a little drunk  Music, for some of us, was not a choice  And our blue chips fall, we take a deep breath in  And the memories they start seepin' in  I put the books down and stop wonderin'  I'm naked now and I'm jumpin' in  Still I wish that I could write a song just like Vic Chesnutt  So bruised, beaten, prophetic and gone  It's all so untouchable    these lyrics are submitted by The Grownup Noise