Capo 1 shapes: Verse: C Dm Em F G // F Em F G C Chorus: Am Em F G // C Dm Em F G C my thumb is one indecisive prick don’t show him your swatches cause he’ll never pick he’s got all these rules and sticks out when he’s sore but he cradles the neck of his taylor guitar he likes the road and the road likes him too but he’s always hitching the first ride back to you index is on deck, he directs and selects he’s got brilliant ideas for what should come next the grandiose one in the air for the win blessed with hearing the soul and steering the pen like god to adam in michaelangelo’s hue he’s making a point to create a life with you i always done what i could with the hand i was dealt i raised it and shook it, wrote down what I felt never won with a straight, just a face here and there kept hoping for two of a kind for a pair i’m down on one knee so you know where i stand would have folded by now if it weren’t for your hand the third’s like a bird, so careless and wild a chip on her shoulder, the mad middle child she’s mastered the art of the cold hard goodbye when she turns her back proud with her head held up high but index the peacemaker always steps in if you ever see her, my love, you’ll also see him the ring finger’s all heart, she’s made it her mission to cry at commercials and value tradition she won’t claim religion but her finger’s right on it her prayers take the shape of rumi’s love sonnets she’ll stand in a crowd and happily swear to wear any ring you place there last but not least, small but not weak everyone stops to hear him when he speaks his reach may surprise you, for it’s far and long he’s got a tiny physique but he’s character-strong not a word out of place, not a letter untrue he’s pinky promising all his love to you
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beware, a cocoon can turn into a coffin safety betrays, it ain’t always your friend besides what is life if it’s not lived often be not afraid to turn into the wind i look at this life through a prism of lenses a screen door in the wind swinging wild on its hinges it slams then expands to show new scenery i’ve been transformed by love’s alchemy It swims in the tears of my proud father’s eyes roams the meadows of spain, sings the sheep lullabies cloaked in the coat of a camouflaged king awakened a life that lived only in dreams it even exists in a pyramid scheme and my woman who waits by the oasis spring rises like steam from the fresh blood of war laid under the shade of an old sycamore it’s the legend that leads you to treasures untold pours lead in a mold, expects no less than gold pushes the sun on its course in the sky wooshes like wind, never born nor will die beware, a cocoon can turn into a coffin be not afraid to turn into the wind |
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