Standard E Tuning



F#5 Ab5 C#5 C#5  

Sifting through the broken glass 
The echos of my ancient past came flooding into every pore 
like scatted seeds of sycamore 
Suddenly I started wondering how I got here 
Was it a matter of timing?

Catholic school, my private hell 
I stuttered till the age of twelve 
Discovered sex at seventeen and soon thereafter; self esteem 
The days did not matter and years were a lifetime away

Drowning in a heavy stock 
of teenage girls and indie rock 
I flunked out of each college course 
and set my sails for no remorse 
The nights worked for nowhere (?) 
and that's where I wanted to be, someone said

It's not a matter of time, it's a matter of timing 
Do you ever wonder how you got to here?

Branding, marked and paper thin 
This angry saint went marching in 
To war with scores of (?) 
found nothing but the ugly truth 
A decade of wastage and instinct and everything's changed

Woke up feeling 35 
grateful that I'm still alive 
another chance at normal seed 
a chase the dream but now it seems 
The days run away like wild horses over the hill 
Someone said

It's not a matter of time, it's a matter of timing 
Do you ever wonder how you got to here?

??? 
Hold on while you can