Am                 F       C        G      Am
Shake and stir yourself into a bad excuse,
               F         C
a half-hearted 'fuck you'
Am                                F      C
Imagine all the nowhere places we'd have been,
       G   Am                F
my cynicism aside and let me try


G                         
To turn these awful words 
G                         
into a cure not a curse


Am                            F           C
'Cause I'm still drawn by the kids in the corners
             G     Am         F       C
Those lovely angels, alone on benches
             Am                                      F
Still making pleas to the kid whose clothes don't fit
C                                G
or hasn't found himself just yet
      Am                F
let alone the chance to love


G                           
You cross them off your list
G                                    
This shit is piling up hand over fist

Am            F            C (x4)

G                                 C     F
Got caught standing bored by the sidewalk
G                            C         F
Tried to turn the offer to a punk rock stage
G                                C     F
Got caught standing bored by the sidewalk
Am                                   F
They cut and run at such a tender aagggeee

C   F C