| Song | Virtue |
| Artist | Ani DiFranco |
| Album | Up Up Up Up Up Up |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Virtue is relative at best | |
| There's nothing worse than a sunset | |
| When you're driving due west | |
| And i'm afraid that my love | |
| Is gonna come up short | |
| There is no there there | |
| I guess i'm scared | |
| Cuz i want to have good news to report | |
| Every time i come up for air | |
| Now i'm cruising through a chromakey blue sky | |
| And i know that in an hour or three | |
| The sun is gonna be in my eyes | |
| And i know that sometimes all i can see | |
| Is how i feel | |
| Like the whole world is on the other side | |
| Of a dirty windshield | |
| And i'm tryin to see through the glare | |
| Yes i'm struggling just to see what's there | |
| The one person who really knows me best | |
| Says i'm like a cat | |
| Yeah the kind of cat that you just can't pick up | |
| And throw into your lap | |
| No, the kind that doesn't mind being held | |
| Only when its her idea | |
| Yeah, the kind that feels what she decides to feel | |
| When she is good and ready to feel it | |
| And now i am prowling through the backyard | |
| And i am hiding under the car | |
| I have gotten out of everything | |
| Ive gotten into so far | |
| I eat when i am hungry | |
| And i travel alone | |
| And just outside the glow of the house | |
| Is where i feel most at home | |
| But in the window you sometimes appear | |
| And your music is faint in my ears |
| Virtue is relative at best | |
| There' s nothing worse than a sunset | |
| When you' re driving due west | |
| And i' m afraid that my love | |
| Is gonna come up short | |
| There is no there there | |
| I guess i' m scared | |
| Cuz i want to have good news to report | |
| Every time i come up for air | |
| Now i' m cruising through a chromakey blue sky | |
| And i know that in an hour or three | |
| The sun is gonna be in my eyes | |
| And i know that sometimes all i can see | |
| Is how i feel | |
| Like the whole world is on the other side | |
| Of a dirty windshield | |
| And i' m tryin to see through the glare | |
| Yes i' m struggling just to see what' s there | |
| The one person who really knows me best | |
| Says i' m like a cat | |
| Yeah the kind of cat that you just can' t pick up | |
| And throw into your lap | |
| No, the kind that doesn' t mind being held | |
| Only when its her idea | |
| Yeah, the kind that feels what she decides to feel | |
| When she is good and ready to feel it | |
| And now i am prowling through the backyard | |
| And i am hiding under the car | |
| I have gotten out of everything | |
| Ive gotten into so far | |
| I eat when i am hungry | |
| And i travel alone | |
| And just outside the glow of the house | |
| Is where i feel most at home | |
| But in the window you sometimes appear | |
| And your music is faint in my ears |
| Virtue is relative at best | |
| There' s nothing worse than a sunset | |
| When you' re driving due west | |
| And i' m afraid that my love | |
| Is gonna come up short | |
| There is no there there | |
| I guess i' m scared | |
| Cuz i want to have good news to report | |
| Every time i come up for air | |
| Now i' m cruising through a chromakey blue sky | |
| And i know that in an hour or three | |
| The sun is gonna be in my eyes | |
| And i know that sometimes all i can see | |
| Is how i feel | |
| Like the whole world is on the other side | |
| Of a dirty windshield | |
| And i' m tryin to see through the glare | |
| Yes i' m struggling just to see what' s there | |
| The one person who really knows me best | |
| Says i' m like a cat | |
| Yeah the kind of cat that you just can' t pick up | |
| And throw into your lap | |
| No, the kind that doesn' t mind being held | |
| Only when its her idea | |
| Yeah, the kind that feels what she decides to feel | |
| When she is good and ready to feel it | |
| And now i am prowling through the backyard | |
| And i am hiding under the car | |
| I have gotten out of everything | |
| Ive gotten into so far | |
| I eat when i am hungry | |
| And i travel alone | |
| And just outside the glow of the house | |
| Is where i feel most at home | |
| But in the window you sometimes appear | |
| And your music is faint in my ears |