(A beautiful Nerina rarity which can be downloaded from the link printed in the lyrics booklet of The Graduate)
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 St. Jude,
He's the patron Saint of Nothingness,
There's nothing he can do,
Because it's out of his hands,
He's not a God,
No he's merely a man,
And so I'm telling everybody,
I will not come undone,
But being so superior,
Is just no fucking fun,
no-oh-oh-oh-oh,
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,
Because 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,
Or the map of a human heart,
So it's out of my hands,
I'm not a God because 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,
Nothing really changes then, that's true,
Oh Heidi I am many things,
But I thank God I'm not like you,
Because I have a heart,
I think it beats,
I don't say things,
I do not mean,
To appear clever,
Oh Heidi I'm not you,
Maybe that's strange to you,
Maybe I'm just strange...
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.