Bowl of Oranges Bright Eyes
The rain it started [C]tappin, on the window near my b[G]ed
There was a [Dm]loophole in my dreamin, so [G]I got out of it
And to [Am]my surprise my eyes were wide and [F]already open
To my [Dm]nightstand and my dresser where those [G]nightmares had just been
So I [C]dressed myself and left them, out [G]into the grey streets
But [Dm]everything seemed different, com[G]pletely new to me
The [Am]sky, the trees, houses, buildings, e[F]ven my own body
And each [Dm]person I encountered, I [G]couldnâ??t wait to meet
And I [C]came upon a doctor, who ap[G]peared in quite poor health
I said thereâ??[Dm]s nothing that I can do for you that yo[G]u canâ??t do for yourself
He said â??O[Am]h yes you can just hold my hand, [F]I think that that would helpâ??
So I [Dm]sat with him a while, and I [G]asked him how he felt
He said "I think I'm cured. In fact I'm sure. Thank you stranger,
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for your [G]therapeutic smile."
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So thatâ?[C]?s how I learned the lesson, tha[G]t everyoneâ??s alone
And [Dm]eyes must do some raining, if youâ??r[G]e ever gonna grow
And when cry[Am]in donâ??t help, you canâ??t compose yourself itâ??s[F] best to compose a poem
An [Dm]honest verse of longing, or a [G]simple song of hope
Thatâ??s why Iâ[C]??m singinâ?? baby donâ??t worry[G], cause now I got you back
And every [Dm]time you feel like crying, Iâ??m gonn[G]a try and make you laugh
And [Am]if I canâ??t, if it just hurts too bad, then weâ?[F]?ll wait for it to pass
And [Dm]I will keep you company, for those [G]days so long and black
And weâ??ll kee[C]p working on the problem, tha[G]t no one ever solved
Of loveâ??[Dm]s uneven remainders, our lives ar[G]e fractions of a whole
But if the world [Am]could remain within a frame, like a [F]painting on a wall
Then I [Dm]think weâ??d see the beauty and, weâ[G]??d stand staring in awe
At our still lives posed, like a bowl of oranges
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Like a story told, of fault lines, and soul, ohh, ohh
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