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