Am                         G                           F7M
Every time a guy writes a song, he's a cowboy, a sailor
F7M                            G
Playing with the world in his palm like the first pioneer
Am                       G                           F7M
Every time he opens his mouth, it's a loud movie trailer
                          G
Clipping every image and sound he thinks proves he was here

Am                           G
A hand, a spike, a physical fight
                            F7M
A flash of light, a curtain
 F7M                             G
A toll, a tithe, the passage of time
                          Am
A height, a dive, a burden
Am                          G
A girl, a night, a typical type
                    F7M
A siren in the water
 F7M                            G
A scroll, a nod, a message from God
                    Am
A son, a Holy Father

 Am                        G                           F7M
Every time a guy writes a song, he's a sailor, a cowboy
F7M                           G                           Am
Holding out the world in his palm like he made it himself
 Am                   G                                    F7M
Every time I open my mouth, I think: Wow, what a loud noise
                           G                          Am
Still on the soapbox, just hoping I seem underwhelmed

Am                               G
The hand, the pen, the writing again
                          F7M
The wind around the willow
F7M                                 G
The felt, the ice, the passage of time
                           Am
The melting down the window
 Am                                 G
The now, the then, the thinking of when
                       F7M
The bottle in the ocean
 F7M
The strike, the pause
                  G
The message from God forbid she shows emotion

Am                     G
This isn't rage, it's worth a mention
F7M               G
This is a fake internal tension
Am                       G
Sometimes, I spread out one opinion
F7M                       G
And stand on its back to gauge attention
Am                    G
This isn't rage, it's too specific
F7M                G
I like to hate symbolic limits
 Am                    G
This is no statement, I'm complicit
 Am                   G
This is a dream, God put me in it

Am                            G
A hand, a spike, a physical fight
                          F7M
The wind around the willow
F7M                                 G
A toll, a tithe, the passage of time
                           Am
The melting down the window
Am                                   G
The now, the then, the thinking of when
                      F7M
The siren in the water
F7M                                G
A strike, a pause, a message from God
                              Am
Does that make me His daughter?

Am                            G
A hand, a shove, a valley, a jump
                      F7M
A score under the wire
F7M                             G
Just sweep me up, just sweep me up
                        Am
And take me somewhere higher
Am                              G
Just sweep me up, just sweep me up
                            F7M
And take me somewhere higher
F7M                              G
Just sweep me up, just sweep me up
                           Am
And take me somewhere higher