G Am I walk through my days F G in a specified daze, G Am F Em C Speculation's, a specialization, of mine. G Am Creating a maze, F G a complicated cage, G Am F Em C this map I've made, often betrays, the mind. G Am Little bins and little boxes, F G little t's met with crosses. G Am F G Am Box after box I do put things in, G Am F G Am friends and foes, different kin, F Em C G C/G and I fear, I'll begin, again. C C/E Am G F The only little box I want to put you in, G Am is a house a little home, F G with a fence built in. G Am with windows and with doors F G and a bed within Am (sus4) Gsus4 Csus4 A space to see the face of a friend. Am (sus4) Gsus4 Csus4 A place to plead our case to the end. Am (sus4) Gsus4 F G Am G A hand to hold with a golden band. G Am I wake up these days, F G plotting my way. G Am Trudging through grey, F Em C becoming each day, this man. G Am Loving a women, F G whose not right and not wrong. G Am She's not weak and not strong, F Em C C/G but loved forever long, by her man. 'Cause, C C/E Am G F The only little box I want to put you in, G Am is a house a little home, F G with a fence built in. G Am with windows and with doors F G and a bed within Am (sus4) Gsus4 Csus4 A space to see the face of a friend. Am (sus4) Gsus4 Csus4 A place to plead our case to the end. Am (sus4) Gsus4 F G Am G A hand to hold with a golden band.
