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I’m coming into
A
your town.
F♯m
E
Night is falling to the gr
A
ound,
F♯m
but I can still
E
see where you loved your
D
self
before he
A
tore it all down. April
D
12th,
with no
A
body else around; you were
Bm
outside the
D
house
when he put you in the car,
when he took you down the road.
And I can still see where it was open,
the door he slammed closed. It was open,
the door he slammed closed. It was open,
long ago.
But
A
don’t lose me
E
now, don’t lose me
F♯m
now.
Though I know
D
that I’m not useful
A
anyhow,
F♯m
just let me stick a
E
round
while I
A
tell you, like be
E
fore,
you should
F♯m
say his name the
D
way that he said
A
yours.
But you don’t
F♯m
want to say his name
E
anymore.
Baby daughter on the road,
you’re wrapped up warm in daddy’s coat.
And I can still see the cigarette’s heat.
I can’t believe all that you’re telling me,
what is cutting like the smoke through your teeth
as you’re telling me “forget it.”
But if I could tear his throat,
and spill his blood between my jaws,
and erase his name out for good, don’t you know that I would?
Don’t you realize that I wouldn’t pause, that I would
cut him down with my claws if I could have somehow
never let that happen?
Or I’d call, some black midnight, fuck up his new life
where they don’t know what he did,
tell his brand-new wife and his second kid.
Though I tell you, like before,
that you should wreck his life the way that he wrecked yours,
you want no part of his life anymore.
Oh Cynda Moore,
don’t lose me now, let me help you out.
Though I know that I can’t help anyhow,
when I watch you I’m proud.
When I tell you twice before
that you should wreck his life the way that he wrecked yours,
you want no part of his life anymore.
Oh Cynda Moore.
And it’ll
D
never be the
A
way it was be
E
fore,
but I
D
wish that you would
A
let me through tha
E
t door.
Let me through that
D
door,
A
let me through that
E
door.
Let me through that
D
do
A
or, ba
E
by.