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Will sometimes plays a little riff on the C chord when it occurs at the end of a line by hammering on and off of the G in the second fret.
C
F
What a day we had… I
C
 figured I’d be feeling bad, but
Dm
 I don’t feel a
B♭
 thing.
  
They read from
Dm
 Mark and then
B♭
 bring us all up
C
 Shingle Camp Hill Road.
F
Throwing flowers at the
C
 ground felt like hours, with the
Dm
 grown-ups whimper
B♭
ing.
  
In the
Dm
 blown-out green of
B♭
 spring I see the
E♭
 whole small town ex
B♭
plode.
C
And then driving to our house at night, the stars shoot out their
B♭
 shine behind the 
Dm
Olds win
B♭
dows.
  
My father
Dm
 quiet behind the
B♭
 wheel, I fully
Dm
 feel that he knows
B♭
 where he’s trying to
C
 go.
C
And then they carry me inside, this other world behind my
B♭
 eyes, this bright-lit
Dm
 neon
B♭
 glow.
  
And then it’s
Dm
 morning every
B♭
where, and summer
Dm
 air, and there’s the
B♭
 stere
C
o.
E♭ B♭
F
“The Electric Company” was 
C
playing when my mom left me 
Dm
five minutes on the 
B♭
couch,
  
and I was 
Dm
blue when she came 
B♭
out, and wasn’t 
C
breathing.
F
That Opel flew through town, 
C
all down 120, and around the 
Dm
Lebanon green, and 
B♭
out.
  
I don’t know 
Dm
what they were thinking 
B♭
about. I don’t want 
E♭
to imagine 
B♭
it.
C
In came the doctor, wearing white. Carefully, he cut a 
B♭
circle 
Dm
in my 
B♭
throat
  
and took a 
Dm
little plastic 
B♭
tube and looped it 
Dm
through my lungs and 
B♭
sealed me 
C
closed.
C
My parents were called into the room, with no idea what to 
B♭
do but frightened 
Dm
to say 
B♭
so.
  
They showed them 
Dm
how to clean it 
B♭
out, and showed them 
Dm
how to set me 
B♭
down, and sent me
C
 home.
F
1983 - the 
C
apparition came to me and 
B♭
spoke to me
Dm
 all 
B♭
night,
  
frozen 
Dm
inside my bed, 
B♭
bone-white, my brother 
C
fast asleep.
F
And, under surgery, a 
C
second time it came and showed me a 
B♭
house in 
Dm
outer 
B♭
space,
  
another 
Dm
boy who had my 
B♭
face, a mom and 
Dm
dad who weren’t the 
B♭
same…
  
I woke up and my 
E♭
aunt gave me a 
B♭
book.
C
Show me the neatest place to hide, to crawl inside the silver 
B♭
gym. Don’t tell a 
Dm
single other 
B♭
soul.
  
Beneath the 
Dm
bleachers is a 
B♭
lighter, and a 
Dm
sneaker, and a 
B♭
frozen spar
C
row.
C
I broke into the church at night and pulled out all the 
B♭
stops and heard that 
Dm
organ over
B♭
load,
  
and 
Dm
 screamed, This giant clashy 
B♭
chord is for Our 
Dm
Lord. Up where he 
B♭
is. Up Where he 
C
goes.
C
Up that music
Dm
 floats,
Dsus4
C
leaving family, friends and
Dm
 home down so small below.
  
And it’s still
B♭
 there for all I know.
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