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