Down at the drugstore where they sell medicine
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Back in the corner stands a plywood Superman
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He never saves nobody from nothing
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He just leans against the wall looking sad
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Me, I go climbing on my broken ladder
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Aiming for high places but I never quite can
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Lay two hands on the heart of the matter
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Sometimes I feel like that plywood Superman, Superman
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Last night at the truck stop the cashier at the diesel desk
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Stopped to talk to me as I paid for my beer
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She's single with two kids, says she loves Las Vegas
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Her dream's one day some rich man will take her away from here
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When she goes climbing on her broken ladder
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She's searching for some sweet, far off promised land
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But nobody never breaks free of nothing
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Wrapped in the arms of a plywood Superman, Superman
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Now my old daddy, he worked in a factory
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And he used to beat on me with his mind not his hands
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And though for ten years he's laid in that grave in Birmingham
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To this day I still hear him saying what a useless thing I am
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When I go climbing on my broken ladder
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I'm searching for something but what I don't understand
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Is how you can climb forever and still never reach nothing
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Trapped in your life like some plywood Superman, Superman
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Plywood Superman, plywood Superman
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Plywood Superman, plywood Superman
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Plywood Superman
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| Jim White |
