Catching On

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Date: Thu, 25 Jul 96 17:35:40 -0500
From: Jim


Cathing On
Transcribed by John Erlinger (*)

Music and words by Jay Farrar 
(Warner-Tamerlane * Elevator Songs)
>From the Warner Bros. album "Trace"
 (9 46010-2)

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               G/D               
Can't find the reason, can't find 
     D
the way,
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               G/D              D 
Guess it's not you and me, only 
              A    Asus4
dogs have their day.
                G/D
Another case of words that melt,
                       D    
It's not a question of right 
      A     Asus4
nightmares.

         C
In broad daylight,
       G             D
Season crash, season burn,
   A            C
Survive another turn.
        G                  D      A
Now I'm reaching out, it's true.
                  G/D              
And you don't see me, I'm catching 
D
on to you.
          G/D                  D  
You don't see me, I'm catching on 
   A
to you.


Took a break to get that far,
Like the sound from a hundred dollar
 guitar
Bought from an old catalogue
Yesterday's dust and heartache.
'Cause the pieces fall like candy 
when you're young, medicine

When you're old,
There's no reason or rhyme,
Sidestepping around
On an elevator climb.
And you don't see me, I'm catching 
on to you.

Another jail, another burnout 
inside,
Skeleton low, left to die.
Take whatever lies ahead,
Good with the bad, and leave the 
rest.

And you don't see me, I'm catching 
on to you.
You don't see me, I'm catching on to
 you.
Catching on, catching on.


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