Superman gets up and he puts on his clothes
Leaps buildings, but what does he know
About the dreams and plans of the ordinary man?
But he was let go from his newspaper job
Crawled inside a bottle and sobbed
Cursed those who gained from causing him pain
for profit’s sake
And Superman is starting to look more like me
Gets run down continually
By life’s frequent trials until he can’t see
What little light’s left in the land of the free
Can you save me? Can you still save me?
O Superman
Well, Superman walked home through three feet of snow
In a blizzard wind twenty below
He’s stiff and he’s tired, sits down to the fire
Then the neighborhood became quiet and calm all around
And the driveway still buried in mounds
All he had done was coming undone
and the universe might yet make it worse
And Superman is starting to sound more like me
Gets discouraged so easily
By life’s frequent heartbreaks until he can’t breathe
So little sense left in the land of the free
Can you save me? Can you still save me?
O Superman
And they make
Ignorance an object of pride
And difference they just can’t abide
Go back to your planet, we don’t need your kind!
Like a good man, he tried to do everything right
To see colors, not just black and white
But now fact’s become fiction, and truth a dereliction
from ideology and political purity
And Superman is trying to be more like me
Only certain of uncertainty
Clearing out all false clarity
And though life’s beat me down I’ve got to believe
If you give what you can, you may find what you need
A little compassion in the land of the free
Can I save you? Can you save me?
Can I save you, and can you still save me?
O Superman
More folk-inflected confessionals on love, loss, and anxiety — plus a Kacey Musgraves cameo —from the Nashville indie pop auteur. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 11, 2024