Текст Shakey Graves – Pansy Waltz

Well he’s out of season, out of sync
Oh lord, what must his family think?
And you must be getting his feathers wet
Plus he always seems to be the talk

Well I dusted all the bones out in my yard
I fixed the screen door, raised the barn
But still you call me from the moon
Every single afternoon
Tell me all about the astronauts you’ve come to love
And how the earth looks from above
And how I should’ve been a better friend to you

But I’ve never seen life as a chore
A treasure for a find
I’ve read the news, abused the booze
And often wondered why

My smile remains the thinking pains
The average passerby
Oh they’ll sink like stones into their homes
Away from teeth like mine

Yes, so I came to hate my skin
And all the holes you’d hidden in
The way you let my legs walk slow weeks away
I wish I —
Well, you should’ve been a better friend of mine

Well I saw in you a brand new bird
The song of which I’d never heard
Oh, a melody so fine
That whole world would whine

Well, I’ve never seen life as a chore
Or a treasure for to find
I’ve read the news, abused the booze
And often wondered why

Oh my smile remains the thinking pains
The average passerby
They’ll sink like stones into their homes
Away from teeth like mine

Yeah, you should’ve been a better friend of mine
Yeah, you should’ve been a better friend of mine