Tortured Artist Lyrics - Widespread Panic

Feelin' ticklish, just met a new girl 

She's got a tattoo, said she remembers you 

Oh, one day waitin' out the rain 

She embroidered the portrait of a tortured artist on your sleeve 

Laugh at your own jokes, ooh wouldn't dare laugh at yourself 

What a surprise 

Happy, happy birthday to you 

Oh you're mama's little dream come true 

She painted the colors of the sunset with her fingers on my teepee 

Likes cold, cold wine, cradled in the evening sky 

Drinks in the deep dark reds of romance and poetry 

Laughs out loud as movie stars shed their tears 

In her sleep, she dreams with melancholoy 

And I know, I know I'm just like you 

I was leaving in a way, I'm already gone 

Still young, though, oozing to the radio 

Oh, like poetry, a tired cowboy 

Who just let his horse run free 

I know, ooh, I'm just like you 

Not goin' anywhere. 

Feel near gone, 

There's a van passing fast 

Moving in stereo 

Barely see her face 

Or maybe outline 

I'm not, I can barely see 

Even as she sleeps, oh, she laughs so long 

Laughing loud