Lovesongs for Underdogs

You'd have to be an acrobat to touch her Where she can feel a thing You'd have to be a racecar diver To catch up with him You'd have to be an astronaut you'd have to be a shrink You'd have to be an acrobat 'cause where they go Nobody knows She throws

Stone cold in this warm bed again Wide awake and waiting for them I send my shadow running on ahead again I wait and wait and....... I'm waving in my beautiful friends over there on the end of the The bright light the bright light begins it The grass