Verse
D
My heart's in the ice house, come hill or come valley
G
Like a long ago Sunday when I walked through the alley
D A
On a cold winter's morning to a church house
D
Just to shovel some snow
D
I heard sirens on the train track howl naked gettin' under
G
An altar boy's been hit by a local commuter
D A
Just from walking with his back turned to the train
D
That was coming so slow
[Chorus]
G
You can gaze out the window, get mad and get madder
D
Throw you hands in the air, say "What does it matter?"
A
But it don't do no good to get angry
D
So help me I know
G
For a heart stained in anger grows weak and grows bitter
D
You become your own prisoner
A
As you watch yourself sit there wrapped up in a trap
D
Of your very own chain of sorrow
[Verse 2]
D
I been brought down to zero, pulled out and put back there
G
I sat on the park bench, kissed the girl with the black hair
D A
And my head shouted down to my heart:
D
"You better look out below"
D
Hey, it ain't such a long drop, don't stammer, don't stutter
G
From the diamonds in the sidewalk to the dirt in the gutter
D A
And you carry those bruises to remind you
D
Wherever you go
[Chorus]
G
You can gaze out the window, get mad and get madder
D
Throw your hands in the air, say "What does it matter?"
A
But it don't do no good to get angry
D
So help me I know
G
For a heart stained in anger grows weak and grows bitter
D
You become your own prisoner
A
As you watch yourself sit there wrapped up in a trap
D
Of your very own chain of sorrow
[Instrumental]
D G D A x4
[Ending]
D
My heart's in the ice house, come hill or come valley
G
Like a long ago Sunday when I walked through the alley
D A
On a cold winter's morning to a church house
D
Just to shovel some snow