Verse 1:
Cm                            Bb
Every time a guy writes a song
                    Abmaj7
He’s a cowboy, a sailor
                                  Bb
Playing with the world in his palm
                       Cm
Like the first pioneer
                             Bb
Every time he opens his mouth
                      Abmaj7
It’s a loud movie trailer
                              Bb
Clipping every image and sound
                            Cm
He thinks proves he was here

Chorus:
                                 Bb
a hand, a spike, a physical fight
                            Abmaj7
a flash of light and curtain
                              Bb
a toll, a tithe, a passage of time
                          Cm
a height, a dive, a burden
                           Bb
a girl, a night, a typical type
                    Abmaj7
A Siren in the water
                                Bb
a scroll, a nod, a message from God
                    Cm
a son, a Holy Father

Verse 2:
Cm                            Bb
Every time a guy writes a song
                    Abmaj7
He’s a sailor, a cowboy
                                 Bb
Holding out the world in him palm
                       Cm
Like he made it himself
                          Bb
Every time I open my mouth
                          Abmaj7
I think “wow, what a loud noise!”

Still on the soapbox
     Bb                        Cm
Just hoping I seem underwhelmed

Chorus:
                                Bb
The hand, the pen, the writing again
                          Abmaj7
The wind around the willow
                                  Bb
The felt, the ice, the passage of time
                           Cm
The melting down the window
                                   Bb
The now, the then, the thinking of when
                       Abmaj7
The bottle in the ocean
                                        Bb
The strike, the pause, the message from God
                        Cm
Forbid she shows emotion

Bridge:
Cm
This isn’t rage, it’s worth a mention
Bb
This is a fake internal tension
Abmaj7
Sometimes I spread out one opinion
    Bb
And stand on it’s back to gauge attention
Cm
This isn’t rage, it’s too specific
Bb
I like to hate symbolic limits
Abmaj7
This is no statement, I’m complicit
Bb
This is a dream, God put me in it

Chorus:
Cm                            Bb
a hand, the spike, a physical fight
                          Abmaj7
The wind around the willow
                                Bb
The toll, a tithe, a passage of time
                           Cm
The melting down the window
                                   Bb
The now, the then, the thinking of when
                      Abmaj7
The Siren in the water
                                        Bb
The strike, the pause, the message from God
                               Cm
Does that make me his daughter?

Outro:
                             Bb
a hand, a shove, a valley, a jump
                      Abmaj7
a score under the wire
                                Bb
Just sweep me up, just sweep me up'
                            Cm
And take me somewhere higher
                                Bb
Just sweep me up, just sweep me up
                            Abmaj7
And take me somewhere higher
                                Bb
Just sweep me up, just sweep me up
                         Cm
And take me somewhere higher