F5 G5
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

A5 C5 F5
It does no good to talk about anything
It does no good to tell you I'm a wounded fiend

F5 G5
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

A5 C5 F5
I was a tongue that's telling you that somebody else is trying

F5 C5 E5
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

F5 G5
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

A5 C5 F5
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

F5 C5 E5 9x
Whooooa