Standard (EADGBE)
Put forward in solitude
Small words of petition
It's something creating you
And maybe that something will care
What useless soliloquy
Without recognition
If someone was listening
You wouldn't have offered the prayer
But you're waiting for someone else
To validate your existance
You're praying for a man to come
Inaugurate your happy and meaningful life
Till then you've just that single hope
To motivate your persistance
In holding your own
In living alone
But what if he never comes
What if your fate is eternal seclusion
Would it feel good to complain about being a woman
In a mans world
What if you never fell in love
What if live suddenly wasn't over
What if you woke up one morning instead
In old womens clothing, grey hair on your head
Wet-nursed and spoon-fed
Alone in your bed
These thoughts are your contract
Your pact with anxiety
Same that give you purpose
Old satisfaction, fulfillment and joy
Self-pity prohibits you
From finding security
You can't be a woman when you're still girl
In want of a boy
And it's a bitter brand of comedy
That marks your pain and tension
When the faith that finds you on your knee
Has not the strenght to pull you to your knee
And you're defining fantasy
Speaks only condescension
'Cause you're still alone
Still holding your own
But what if he never comes
What if your fate is eternal seclusion
What if your life goes unshared and unwitnessed
What if you grow up to be an old maid
What if your waiting for life to begin
When really you're waiting for nothing at all
What if you wake up one morning instead
Alone in your bed
What if you find a man
But you're still alone
No longer a virgin
But you're still unknown
He's only met your needs
With needs of his own
Is that what you've been waiting for
What if you find the one
Whose strength would see it through
Only to find
He's just as weak as you
One lonely child
Has now become two
Is that what you've been praying for
Solo bg
But what if somebody was trying to tell you
You were the reason that he was a man
Yeah, but you wouldn't listen
You were to wrapped up in your own defeat
He suffers your rejection
It's amazing what the mind constitutes and discretes
And what if life is waiting in front of your nose
But you hadn't noticed
Cause your eyes are closed
You're debating opposed
To the one who loves you most
Chords from the old Craig's Brother forum, circa 2003. First version by Fat Pete.