F7/C G/C
i’m looking more like my mother
i was so staggering waiting for you
i was so sure my belly bending knees , but nobody cared for more

Am C F
it does no good to talk about anything
it does no good to tell you i’m a wounded fiend

F7/C G/C
it’s not the things we discover , it’s in the way we try to cover with ground
i’m not a flat fingered dullard i was so sure and never right

Am C F
i was a tongue that’s telling you that somebody else is trying

F7/C C Em
and i got no feeling about it at all
in this old season of doubt and love
and i got no reason to bury it here

F7/C G/C
i could fall backwards forever
i could be boxed inside
and living without , well don’t blow my cover
it taken years to make a beautiful shroud

Am C F
i got no use in talking about anything
and i could tell you it seems to be a haunting me
it does no good to talk about anything

F7/C C Em 9
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