Concrete

Am                           F
November in a rainstorm, the truest truth I ever heard
G
The sound of babies crying in a hospital ward
Am                                    F
Oh, like a bed of rushes, they spread love out on the concrete floor
G                                                   Am
Names, and dates, and faces I really can't remember anymore

Am                                  F
We could hardly tell the difference between one year and another
G
Sun like pouring whiskey, snow like shedding skins of lovers
Am                          F
And, I grew up with magic; free and wild as bindweed
G                                                         Am
Pushing for the boundary, pushing through the edges of the concrete

       C                                         E
I'm the girl that bought a round-trip cross the Rubicon
E                                           Am (?)
And I'm not sure that even I know where I'm coming from

Am                      F
Sentimental tango when I was just fourteen
G
I could hear Astaire and Rogers tap their way across the screen
Am                                 F
Oh, bullied and belittled, until the sun set in the concrete
G                                                  Am
I wore my sister's black skirt, all dressed up for Halloween

Am                                             F
We could hardly tell the difference between the shouting and the quiet
G
It was the path of least resistance to stage my own private riot
Am                                 F
And the walls tumbled like Babel, down around my feet
G                                                           Am
Rhyme came in deliverance rising through the wreckage and the concrete

C                                              E
I'm the girl that bought a round-trip cross the Rubicon
E                                           Am (?)
I'm not sure that even I know where I'm coming from

Am                                   F
For a girl who loves her words, yeah, she loves her silence more
G
Found a better example of what hearts and tongues are for
Am                                  F
There is truth in your arm's love, there is truth in this song
G                                                              Am
There is truth in the concrete and the nails that our lives are built upon.