Verse
F A#
When I wake up someone will sweep up my lazy bones
F A#
And we will rise in the cool of the evening
F
I remember the way that you smiled
A#
When the gravity shackles were wild
F
And something is vacant when I think its all beginning
[Chorus]
F A#
I been drifting along in the same stale shoes
F A#
Loose ends tying the noose in the back of my mind
F
If you thought that you were making your way
A#
To where the puzzles and pagans lay
F
I’ll put it together: It’s a strange invitation