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