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