| F | |
| If your trials end, are really getting you down |
| C | Bb | F | |
| We had a | close call, I didn't even see it, then | another one, I hardly be | lieved it at all. |
| F | |
| What the writers say, it means shit to me now. |
| C | Bb | F | A | A# | |
| Pla | nts and animals, we're on a bender when it's | 80 degrees, t | he end of | Dece | mber was |
| on, |
| G | C | Bb | |
| Only for | you and | me. |
| F | C | |
| When the showing up ends, going back to the south, where hungry | necks that I know, and runnin' |
| Bb | F | |
| A blender in a | lightning storm, disguised as a blessing I'm | sure. |
| F | C | |
| Knowing up here, there comes a fork in the road, | pants have gotta go, we're on an island on |
| Bb | |
| The fourth of July, looks like the tide is going home. |
| F | C | |
| In time I'd find a little way to your heart, down to the | general store for nothing specific, |
| Bb | F | A | A# | |
| Gonna | wash my bones in the Atlantic | shore |
| G | C | Bb | |
| only for | you and | me |
| Chords guessed by Simon Gulak |
| Lyrics taken from |
| (9th Nov. '07) |
| Lyrics seem fairly accurate. |