Heidi

Verso 1: Heidi, there are things you couldn't possibly know It's a race of angels, a line in the snow A flame in the dark, a prayer to Saint Jude He's the patron saint of nothingness There's nothing he can do Ponte: 'Cause it's out of his hands He's not a god, no he is merely a man And so I'm telling everybody, "I will not come undone" But being so superior is just no fuckin' fun, no! If I had a gun, I think I'm able If I had a gun, I'd know what to do If I had a gun, I would be perfectly unstable Well nothing really changes, then, that's true Oh Heidi, I am many things, but I thank God I'm not like you Verso 2: 'Cause kids of today They think they're so damn profound You give them one slim book of Kerouac And they're ready to expound On the way of the world On what makes things art They couldn't find their way around Kentucky On the map of a human heart Ponte: So it's out of my hands I'm not a god 'cause I will never be a man And so I'm telling everybody, "I've learnt to fill the hole" I'm baking cakes on Sunday for the teatime of my soul If I had a gun, I think I'm able If I had a gun, I'd know what to do If I had a gun, I would be perfectly unstable Well nothing really changes, then, that's true Oh Heidi, I am many things, but I thank God I'm not like you Middle 8 'Cause I have a heart I think it beats I don't say things I do not mean To appear clever Heidi, I'm not you Maybe that's strange to you Maybe I'm just strange... Guitar solo, same as first lines of Chorus If I had a gun, I think I'm able If I had a gun, I'd know what to do If I had a gun, I would be perfectly unstable Well nothing really changes, then, that's true Oh Heidi, I am many things, but I thank God I'm not like you