Goethe’s Letter To Vic Chesnutt

Let me put it to you this way
You will be hit by a truck
You will fall off from your bicycle
And no one will recall how you were
Except your friends and your enemies

And all the stuff you should have written
About times where you were sick and smitten
Will mean as much to me as your corps

Let me put it to you this way
I've been writing songs for almost seven years now
And I haven't said a single thing of lasting import or social significance

And I know from reading all your letters
And I make coffee double headers
Maybe you could do better than me

Let me put it to you this way
We will be hit by a truck
And we will die inside an ambulance
And no one will recall who we are, I mean were
And all the stuff you should have written
And all the words we could have hidden
Will mean as much as our corps