Withering
Vic Chesnutt
What are you doing withering away
Yes I’ve heard you’ve lost the will to play
Whatever happened to those fluid movements
You were so proud of in the intimate moments
What about the girl you left at the altar
Now she is planning your funeral
Didn’t you learn anything at the protest rally
When you and yours were flooding the capital
What about your days of glory
When your life was anything but boring
Now you’re making these morbid phone calls
Your friends they gather to cuss and console
What were you doing in that awful decade
After the news broke and those murderous policies were made
What were you doing running around
When I was here for you well away from that crowd