Am Am Am Am x2

Verse:
You better get up for your mama

You better grab the best of your life

I know you’re ready

To get older

Any how

Well all you have to do is wander

Over fields of dark time

Where do you find yourself

Feeling lonesome

Do you reckon your body and your mind?

Day on Earth by the streets at night

Oh yeah

I saw you passing

There in the street lights

Do you have

A home for the morning

And are you holding

Holding on so tight C

You Say That’s What You Have Been Given

A Whole Lot Of Nothing For Your Time

And Have You Sunken

Down In Your Bones

Do You Toss & Turn & Turn At Night

And Are You Holding, Holding On So Tight

Do You Toss & Turn & Turn At Night

And Are Holding, Holding On So Tight

F… C…
(repeat to fade)

And, well, but the funny thing is
What I thought that this was for
Makin’ love and makin’ more
Beautiful babies

I never thought that I’d look back and see
That I didn’t have to give
And just what they didn’t get
Those beautiful babies

Oh, were we lost together, you know we were
Side by side losin’ everything
We were just a pair of kids
Oh, the stupid things we did
In the madness they were callin? the revolution

And, well, but the funny thing is
What I thought that this was for
Makin’ love and makin’ more
Beautiful babies

I never thought that I’d look back and find
How we left them at the door
With their eyes so full of war
That was a family

(Chorus)
And you can drag me out before some authority
If that’s what you have to do to feel like you can punish me
but I can’t, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t keep the peace anymore
With your dogs, with your dogs, at my door

You’ve been hunting my weaknesses, slandering my name
you spend all your time trying to place your blame,
and I’m done, ohhh, I’m done
I used to think I hold the best parts of me,
to soothe the holes in your life and the cracks in your seams,
but I’m done, oh whoa, I’m done.

(Chorus)
And I’m sorry that you don’t like your life
I fought for my own victories and for the beauty in my mind
My joy, my joy, my joy takes nothing from you
no, my joy, my joy, my joy takes nothing from you

(guitar solo)

Well, you criticize my numbers, you hammer out the rules
wait for me to fk up, and find yourself some proof
and I’m done, oh whoa, I’m done.
You just soak in the hatred of a sorry line
yeah, you hide behind decorum and a fake smile,
and I’m done, oh whoa, I’m done

(Chorus)
And you can drag me out before a judge in authority
if that’s what you have to do to feel like you can punish me
but I can’t, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t keep the peace anymore
With your dogs, your dogs, at my door
Well I can’t, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t keep the peace anymore
With your dogs, with your dogs, at my door

D Bm A X 2 End on D