Beautiful Losers

Music: D.G. Womb / Words: D.G. Womb

Two thousand miles to see you

That was two thousand miles ago

Forty years since I first heard your words

That was forty years ago

Climbed the Mount, got lost in the woods

Only to find I had no strength to comfort thee

Headed north on Rue Saint Urbain

East on Rue Rachel

Thought I saw your soul in a bagel store

On Boulevard Saint Laurent

Found a bench in Parc Portugal

Only to find I had no skill to comfort you

The beautiful losers are still out there

And you’re still one of them

The beautiful losers are still out there

And you’re still one of them

Because you saw things darkly

As darkly as dark could be

You could also see the beauty

As beautiful as beauty can be

Giving hope to the hopeless

You only have to see the queue for Beck in Quebec

Because you saw the diamonds

The diamonds in the mine

We became the diamonds

The diamonds in the rough

A guiding light for the beautiful losers

If only you could see the queue for Beck in Quebec

The beautiful losers are still out there

And you’re still one of them

The beautiful losers are still out there

And you’re still one of them