A
D~F~
I been drifting along in the same stale shoes
A
D~F~
Loose ends tying the noose in the back of my mind
A
If you thought that you were making your way
D
To where the puzzles and pagans lay
A
I’ll put it together, It’s a strange invitation
A
D~F~
When I wake up someone will sweep up my lazy bones
A
D~F~
And we will rise in the cool of the evening
A
I remember the way that you smiled
D
When the gravity shackles were wild
A
And something is vacant and I think it’s all beginning
A
D~F~
I been drifting along in the same stale shoes
A
D~F~
Loose ends tying the noose in the back of my mind
A
If you thought that you were making your way
D
To where the puzzles and pagans lay
A
I’ll put it together, It’s a strange invitation
A
D
D~F~
