G
G
I started working at the second hand,
C
I thought it would make me more colorful.
D
I saw the world as a stitch and patch.
G
I saw the sky as torn grey wool.
G
I started working as a dime store clerk,
C
I thought it would make me the kind to put you first.
D
My only dreams were in fluorescent light,
G
My only goal was to forget what I was worth.
G
I want to see how it takes me.
C
I want to see how the powder burns.
D
Don't want to keep what I can't have more of.
G
Don't want to wait and miss my turn.
G C D G
G
I started working as a tour guide,
C
I thought it would make me believe my own words.
D
Every patient thought just passed me by,
G
Every truth I said sounded just absurd.
G
I started working at a small town church,
C
I thought it would make me a better man.
D
They said the sins I had would fly away,
G
As if the birds were in the palms of my own hands.
G
I want to see how it takes me.
C
I want to see how the powder burns.
D
Don't want to keep what I can't have more of.
G
Don't want to wait and miss my turn.
G C D G
G C D G
