Intro G Am Em C (x2) Verse 1 G Am Em C Well it would take a mountain of men to move me G Am Em C And that would be a long way from the way that you spoke in your head so clearly G Am Em C without break or breath or words redefining G Am Em C G Am I was stuck on my pride and the skin and the sinking it in and you told me "Wipe your brow, Em C G Am Em C clean me off, give me time to figure it out." Instrumental G Am Em C G Chorus Am Em C G Some songs we could sing and never mean it Am Em C G Some songs leave a ring and you hate the few who were bold Am Em C G Am Em C Some burn up the sleeve and drive too far to remember Instrumental G Am Em C Verse 2 G Am Em C well I wasn't lost, I was here. I was three fingers in G Am Em C I was the junkyard and the bumper for the few feeling left G Am Em C G Am Em C I was the cold nail and the ice on the sheets of the trenched and the soaking wet G Am Em C Well it'd be the bit and the reins that broke all the teeth in the mouth G Am Em C G Am Em C G and it'd be the whip on the foreskin for the few that had some left to spare Chorus Am Em C G Some songs we could sing and never mean it Am Em C G Some songs leave a ring and you hate the few who are bold Am Em C G Am Em C Some burn up the sleeve and drive too far to remember Instrumental G Am Em C G Am Em C Outro G Am Em C AAAAAAAAAAAH G Am Em C AAAAAAAAAAAH G Am Em C AAAAAAAAAAAH G Am Em C AAAAAAAAAAAH
