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D                        E7
This waiting here for a bus is
G                       D
Almost better than its coming.
                     E7
Every day it always does
      G                     D
As I daydream or kick some dirt
                             E7
Or throw a rock or check my watch
    G           Gmaj7
Or catch my reflection.
G                              D
And it barely makes an impression
E7                     G
On the never-ending present.

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D                            E7
This working from the inside out,
    G                      D
This stepping to the easel,
   D                    E7
Is gonna run you into results,
    G                         D
And then there's the materials:
   D                          E7
To see the world beyond your shoes
G                     D
Reflected in the polish
  D                      E7
And see some images of truth
G                    Gmaj7
Beautifully demolished.
G                              D
And it barely makes an impression
E7                     G
On the never-ending present.

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D                            E7
Steel yourself against the cold
    G                      D
Or look for semi-precious shade.
   D                    E7
When the bus crests that hill,
    G                         D
Love and hate are just the same.
   D                  E7
Watching as the money drops,
G                     D
Every day it always does.
  D                      E7
Maybe there's a song in here.
           G                 G
No, and in fact, there never was.
G                    Gmaj7
Nothing but a little expression
E7                     G
From the never ending present.
G                          D
Just me doing my impression
E7                     G
Of the never-ending present