Vic Chesnutt - Independence Day текст песни

Future stepped into by field and turned it into an empire
Forefathers where are you now ?
Your dust is settling on my furniture
I stepped out of a cloud and the ditch is close
I mean the ditch is closing in.
Hemingway did your fat little self justice
So here's to you you articulate dead fisherman
What if I said I love you and need your guidance to help me through the obstacles ?
Would you say I am too wordy and then would you laugh ?
What if I said I'm under the glass untouchable as the document itself ?
Would you say OK and that you never even considered me ?
Independence day, I never knew it would be so symbolic.