Wrecking Ball

    Am         (H)            F     (D)     C        G     Em
E|--------------------------------
B|----1-----1----3---1---1-----1--
G|----h2----2----2---2---2-----2--
D|----h2----2----2---2---3-----3--
A|-----------------------------3--
E|--------------------------------
E|-----------------------------| 
B|----1-------1----------------| 
G|----0-------0--------1-----1-| 
D|----2-------0--------0-------| 
A|----3-------3--------2-----2-| 
E|---------------------3-------| 


Am F Am F Am F C G

             Am (H)
I pushed it hard,
      F (D)    Am      (H)
that goddamn wrecking ball,
F  (D)  Am       F
and I waited for the
C                 G                 
 Am  (H)
weight to swing around but it never 
did.
F   (D)  Am         (H)
And the crows they fell
F      (D) Am       (H)
around my eyes and still
     F  (D)       C       G
no sign of that ball and chain

             Am  (H)
I pushed it hard,
      F  (D)   Am      (H)
that goddamn wrecking ball.
       F  (D) Am  (H)  F (D)
What kind of pendulum
C                 G
never comes back home?
             Am       (H)
You start to miss it some.
      F (D)  Am       (H)
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The way you miss the rain,
   F   (D)   Am       (H)      F   
(D) C      G
the way you miss the fighting when 
the war is won...

G

     C   Em            Am  
But what  I  miss the most is 
     G           C       Em       Am
knowing just exactly where it hurts,
      G          C       Em  
is knowing just exactly what is 
     Am
wrong
             G              G
And what I want, and what I want...


Am (H) F (D) Am (H) F (D) Am (H) F 
(D) C G

                   Am (H)
I miss the ghost trees,
    F (D)  Am       (H)
the weary midnight drives,
       F (D)  Am    (H) F  (D)  C   
           G
the taste of loneliness in the air 
beyond the towns.
            Am    (H) F  (D)   Am   
   (H)
I miss the resonance of those 
trigger words,
      F (D)  Am         (H)
that crazy   one track mind.
F (D) C               G
Sometimes I miss the cold...
G

     C   Em            Am  
But what  I  miss the most is 
     G           C       Em       Am
knowing just exactly where it hurts,
      G          C       Em  
is knowing just exactly what is 
     Am
wrong
             G              G
And what I want, and what I want...


Am (H) F (D) Am (H) F (D) Am (H) F 
(D) C G


      Am              G           
I'm remembering the sunlight 
                     Am
coming down in shades of blue,
                      G    
the sorrow of the aftermath 
                  Am
tightening the noose.
                      C            
I'm thinking of the night that all 
                 Am
the lights went out,
                      G
and how I learned to see in the 
dark, in the dark, in the dark...


Am (H) F (D) Am (H) F (D) Am (H) F 
(D) C G

             Am  (H)
I pushed it hard,
      F  (D)   Am      (H)
that goddamn wrecking ball.
       F  (D) Am  (H)  F (D)
What kind of pendulum
C                 G
never comes back home?