Vic Chesnutt - Rips in the fabric

She was walking down the ^Csidewalk^{F G} Sniffing swiftly in the w^Cind^{F G} Thinking of everything and ^Cnothing^{F G} Just another flighty human ^Cbeing^{F G} And satellites where ^Carcing^{F G} Undetected over^Chead^{F G} Her cells were busy ^Csplitting^{F G} And jettisoning the ^Cdead^{F G}

Beau^Fty ^Gis ^Cas beauty d^Foes In the ^Ceyes of the ^Gbeholder Or collec^Ftively in all of us ^C

She was waving to a c^Cyclist^{F G} As he went coasting b^Cy ^{F G} Through a lazy int^Cersection^{F G} Towards the remainder of his ^Clife ^{F G} And a feral cat went ^Cdiving^{F G} Behind a dumpster ^Cthere^{F G} Which displaced a big brown^C rat^{F G} That went fleeing with a comical ^Cflair^{F G}

We are ^Ftrappe^Gd, but ^Cwe are f^Free To g^Co through the ^Gmotions And be just as ^Fhappy as we can ^Cbe.

And later on I ^Cheld her ^{F G} In my sk^Cinny arms^{F G} My chapped lips were whis^Cpering^{F G} Esoteric ala^Crms^{F G} But her warm breath assua^Cged me^{F G} And the music ret^Curned^{F G} Our dancing cont^Cinued^{F G} While big forest fires bu^Crned^{F G}

Space is ^Fspooky ^Gand t^Cime is a ^Ftrip Don't let the ^Cpreachers and teachers and hipsters ^Gfool you There ain't no ^Frips in the fabric. ^C