Fm
I thought we'd escape
C Fm
I packed a fishing line and counted on it
I thought we'd escape
C Fm G#
I packed a fishing line and counted on it
Fm G#
But dreaming is for moonrise
Fm G
And moonlight ails his tired eyes
Cm
I treat him like a lady
G
I treat him as I would he unto me
Cm
Give Rose rose-seller a run for her money
Cb
With silicone and poetry
A#
But it's the end of me
Fm
I thought it could change
C Fm A#
I'd wake up one morning and find nothing to rearrange
Fm
I couldn't get there behind his wall of Sunday papers
I thought it could change
C Fm
I'd wake up one morning and find nothing to rearrange
But dreaming is for moonrise
And moonlight ails his tired eyes
Cm
I treat him like a lady
G
I treat him as I would he unto me
Cm
Give Rose rose-seller a run for her money
Cb
With silicone and poetry
A#
But it's the end of me
Cm F G# G F G
Cm F G# Gm Fm G A#
Fm
Here I am
Cm Fm
Here I am
And here I stand
C Fm
Here in my kitchen where I'm familiar with every brand
Here I am
C Fm
A# front line with labels where I witnessed custard's last stand
Here I am