E - 022100
F#m - XX4222
G#m - xx6444
A - X02220
B - X24432
Start with fingerpicking E
E F#m
There is a middle-aged woman, she's dragging her feet
G#m F#m
She carries baskets of clothes to a laundromat
E F#m
While the Mexican children kick rocks into the street
G#m F#m
And they laugh in a language I don't understand
A E
But I love them... why do I love them?
E F#m
So the neighborhood's dimming, I smoke on the porch
G#m F#m
Watch the people as they pass enclosed inside their cars
E F#m
And on their faces just anger or disappointment
G#m F#m
I start wishing there was something I could offer them
A E
A consolation... what could I offer them?
E F#m
And they are sad in their suburbs, robots water the lawn
G#m F#m
And everything they touch gets dusted spotless
E F#m
And so they start to believe they've not touched anything at all
G#m F#m
And the cars in the driveway only multiply
E F#m
They are lost in their houses, I've heard them sing in the shower
G#m F#m
Making speeches to their sister on the telephone
E F#m
Saying you come home, you come here, don't stay so far away from me
G#m F#m
This weather has me wanting love more tangible
A E
Something I can hold... it's getting cold
F#m E Bm A
I say hold up our fists to a flame in the sky
F#m E Bm A
To block out the light that's reaching for our eyes
E A E
'Cause it... 'cause it would blind us, yeah it will blind us
E F#m
Well I've locked my actions in the grooves of routine
G#m F#m
So I may never be free of this apathy
E F#m
But I wait for a letter that's coming to me
G#m F#m
She sends me pictures of the ocean in an envelope
E
So there still is hope, yes, I can be healed
F#m
There is someone looking for what I've concealed
G#m
In my secret drawer, in my pockets deep
F#m
You will find the reasons that I can't sleep
A E
And you will still want me... but will you still want me?
A E
Will you still want me?
F#m E Bm A
Well, I say come for the week, you can sleep in my bed
F#m E Bm A
And pass through my life like a dream through my head
E A E
It will... it will be easy, I'll make it easy
E F#m
But all I have for the moment is a song to pass the time
G#m F#m
A melody to keep me from worrying
E F#m
Some simple progression to keep my fingers busy
G#m F#m
And words that are sure to come back to me
A E
And they'll be laughing... and they'll be laughing
A E
My mediocrity
A E
My mediocrity
A E A E...
