INTRO: C Am C Am C Am Em G C (2x) Am C I skipped a stone and watched it go Am C The arc and then the undertow Am Em G Thinking a day is something like a prayer C Am C So much to ask, you start it soft Am C Then the weighted locks come off Am Em G In the end, you just hope someone's there CHORUS: C Em F 'Cause all these small talk relations C Em F Lord, there ain't nothing for real C Em Bb F Don't nobody here at all know C Bb F The way that I feel C Am C There's no one to answer to Am C Just the dark and me and you Am Em G And all the angels stand around just wishing C Am C For a drag there of your smoke Am C A taste of skin, a sip of hope Am Em G To raise their skirts up where no words are rising CHORUS: C Em F 'Cause all these small talk relations C Em F Lord, there ain't nothing for real C Em Bb F Don't nobody here at all know C Bb F G The way that I feel BRIDGE: Am Workmen in the street below G Softly play a radio Am Bb A hymn of static through the traffic F The crowd just turns to leave Em The secret current underneath G Cannot be heard above the racket CHORUS: C Em F Of all of these small talk relations C Em F I can't hear one thing for real C Em Bb F Don't nobody here at all know C Bb F The way that I feel, oh oh OUTRO: C Bb F Oh oh C Bb F C Ooh ooh