Capo 1 G C Foals in winter coats Am White girls of the North, F C File past one, five and one, C They are the fabled lambs D a Sunday ham , Am the ancient snow G C And they could float above the grass G in circles if they tried F C A latent power I know they hide C To keep some hope alive D that a girl like I Am could ever try, G Could ever try Em D So we just skirt the hallway sides Em A phantom and a fly E C D Follow the lines and wonder why There's no connection G C A week of rolling eyes, Am and cheap shots from the trite, F C And we're off to Nemarca's porch again, C Another afternoon D with the goathead tunes, Am And pilfered booze. G C We wander through her mamma's house G The milk from the window lights F C Family portrait circa '95 C This is that foreign land D of the sprayed-on tans Am And it all feels fine G Be it silk or slime Em D So, when they tap our Monday heads Em To zombie-walk in our stead, E C D This town seems hardly worth our time Em C D And we'll no longer memorize or rhyme, Em Too far along in our climb E C D Stepping over what now towers to the sky, With no connection G C D Oooh waooooooo waooooooo (repeat 4x) Em D So when they tap our Sunday heads Em To zombie-walk in our stead, E C D This town seems hardly worth our time Em C D And we'll no longer memorize or rhyme, Em Too far along in our crime, E C D Stepping over what now towers to the sky, With no connection G C D Oooh waooooooo waooooooo (repeat to fade 8x)