First Verse: 
Bm     D            G         E  
Synapse to synapse: the possibility's thin. 
Bm          D            G                  E
I'm dressed up for free drinks and family greetings 
         Bm           D              G       E
on your wedding, your wedding, your wedding date. 
      Bm         D             G       E          Bm D G E          Bm D A E 
The figures in plastic on the wedding cake that I took were so real. 

Bm     D        G               E
And I kept distance: the complications cloud 
Bm       D            G               E
the postcards and blips through fiber optics, 
       Bm          D             G         E        
as the girls with pigtails were running from little 
Bm            D              G        E                    Bm D G E
boys wearing bow ties their parents bought them: "I'll catch               
     Bm D G E
you this time!" 


Chorus:
F#                    E                            Bm     D     G E
Crashing through the parlor doors, what was your first reaction? 
F#                   E
Screaming, drunk, disorderly: I'll tell you mine. 
Bm  D         G       E        Bm      D        G   E             
You were the one, but I can't spit it out when the date's been set. 
Bm    D       G       E     Bm      D         G E
The white routine to be ingested inaccurately. 


Second Verse:
Bm     D            G           E
Synapse to synapse: the sneaky kids had attached 
Bm    D           G         E
beer cans to the bumper so they could drive 
Bm      D        G     E
up and down the main drag. 
Bm            D                 G          E
People would turn to see who's making the racket. 
      Bm D G E         
It's not 
      Bm    D G E
the first time. 

Bm     D       G                   E
When they lay down the fish will swim upstream 
Bm   D       G                    E
and I'll contest, but they won't listen 
           Bm      D            G  E  
when the casualty rate's near 100%, 
          Bm        D           G     E            B D G E    Bm D G E
and there isn't a pension for second best or for hard-----ly moving... 


Chorus:
F#                    E                            Bm     D     G E
Crashing through the parlor doors, what was your first reaction? 
F#                   E
Screaming, drunk, disorderly: I'll tell you mine. 
Bm  D         G       E        Bm      D        G   E             
You were the one, but I can't spit it out when the date's been set. 
Bm    D       G      E     Bm      D         G E
The white routine to be ingested inaccurately. 

Bm  D         G       E        Bm      D        G   E             
You were the one, but I can't spit it out when the date's been set. 
Bm    D       G      E     Bm      D         G E
The white routine to be ingested inaccurately.