Song To Pass The Time taby ukulele według Bright Eyes

-           G                       Am
There's a middle-aged woman, she's dragging her feet
           Bm                      Am
She carries baskets of clothes to a laundromat
         G                     Am
While the Mexican children kick rocks into the street
        Bm                          Am
And they laugh in a language I don't understand
          C                     G
But I love them, why do I love them?

      G                         Am
So the neighborhood's dimming, I smoke on the porch
         Bm                             Am
Watch the people as they pass enclosed inside their cars
            G                   Am
And on their faces just anger or disappointment
       Bm                                  Am
I start wishing there was something I could offer them
 C                                 G
A consolation... what could I offer them?

            G                            Am
And they are sad in their suburbs, robots water the lawn
   Bm                                Am
And everything they touch gets dusted spotless
           G                                    Am
And so they start to believe they've not touched anything at all
       Bm                        Am
And the cars in the driveway only multiply

        G                                     Am
They are lost in their houses, I've heard them sing in the shower
      Bm                              Am
Making speeches to their sister on the telephone
               G                                  Am
Saying you come home, you come here, don't stay so far away from me
    Bm                               Am
This weather has me wanting love more tangible
               C                    G
Something I can hold... it's getting cold

     Am          G          Dm            C
I say hold up our fists to the flame in the sky
  Am            G                 Dm           C
To block out the light that's reaching for our eyes
                            G        C             G       
'Cause it... 'cause it would blind us, yeah it will blind us

         G                        Am
Well I've locked my actions in the grooves of routine
        Bm                    Am
So I may never be free of this apathy
     G                        Am
But I wait for a letter that's coming to me
            Bm                          Am
She sends me pictures of the ocean in an envelope

                 G
So there still is hope, yes, I can be healed
                Am
There is someone looking for what I've concealed
            Bm
In my secret drawer, in my pockets deep
                 Am
You will find the reasons that I can't sleep
                       C                             G     
And you will still want me... but will you still want me?
C                   G
Will you still want me?

           Am           G             Dm           C
Well, I say come for the week, you can sleep in my bed
   Am              G           Dm                C
And pass through my life like a dream through my head
                     G    C             G
It will... it will be easy, I'll make it easy

         G                        Am
But all I have for the moment is a song to pass the time
 Bm                     Am
A melody to keep me from worrying
    G                             Am
Some simple progression to keep my fingers busy
   Bm                          Am
And words that are sure to come back to me
                   C                          G
And they'll be laughing... and they'll be laughing
C          G
My mediocrity
C          G
My mediocrity

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