Music is a universal language, and needs not be translated. With it soul speaks to soul
There is aE middle-aged woman, she'sF♯m dragging her feet She carriesG♯m baskets of clothes to aF♯m laundromat While theE Mexican children kickF♯m rocks into the street And theyG♯m laugh in a language I don'tF♯m understand But I loveA them... why do I loveE them? So theE neighborhood's dimming, IF♯m smoke on the porch Watch theG♯m people as they pass enclosed iF♯mnside their cars And on theirE faces just anger orF♯m disappointment I startG♯m wishing there was something I couldF♯m offer them AA consolation... what could I offerE them? And they areE sad in their suburbs, robotsF♯m water the lawn AndG♯m everything they touch gets dustedF♯m spotless And so theyE start to believe they've not touchedF♯m anything at all And theG♯m cars in the driveway onlyF♯m multiply They areE lost in their houses, I've heard themF♯m sing in the shower MakingG♯m speeches to their sister on theF♯m telephone Saying you comeE home, you come here, don't stay soF♯m far away from me ThisG♯m weather has me wanting love moreF♯m tangible Something I canA hold... it's gettingE cold I sayF♯m hold up ourE fists to aBm flame in the Asky ToF♯m block out theE light that's reacBmhing for our Aeyes 'Cause it... 'cause it wouldE blind usA, yeah it willE blind us Well I'veE locked my actions in theF♯m grooves of routine So I mayG♯m never be free of thisF♯m apathy But IE wait for a letter that'sF♯m coming to me She sends meG♯m pictures of the ocean in anF♯m envelope So there still isE hope, yes, I can be healed There is someoneF♯m looking for what I've concealed In my secretG♯m drawer, in my pockets deep You will find theF♯m reasons that I can't sleep And you will still wantA me... but will you still wantE me? AWill you still want Eme? Well, I sayF♯m come for theE week, you canBm sleep in my Abed AndF♯m pass through myE life like aBm dream through my Ahead It will... it will beE easyA, I'll make itE easy But all IE have for the moment is aF♯m song to pass the time AG♯m melody to keep me fromF♯m worrying SomeE simple progression to keep myF♯m fingers busy AndG♯m words that are sure to comeF♯m back to me And they'll be laugAhing... and they'll be laugEhing AMy mediocriEty AMy mediocriEtyStandard guitar tuning:EADGBENo capo
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