A       Bm      A

[Verse 1]
A                            Bm
To all the camper shells and trees that have hollowed
                             A
To all the colors shapes and sizes of the waters
                        Bm
And in a city there's a boy inside an R.V.
                      A
Who lost another to a life that he's not living

[Chorus]
Bm      A       Bm      A

[Verse 2]

A                        Bm
And all along there is a ball that is not rolling
                        A
And on and on there are sprinklers not down pouring
                              Bm
And if I knew myself like the particles exploding
                     A
I'd be all alone and on my boat just rowing