Concrete

	  		

Am                           F 
November in a rainstorm, the truest truth I ever heard  
G 
The sound of babies crying in a hospital ward  
Am                                    F 
Oh, like a bed of rushes, they spread love out on the concrete floor  
G                                                   Am 
Names, and dates, and faces I really can't remember anymore 

Am                                  F 
We could hardly tell the difference between one year and another  
G 
Sun like pouring whiskey, snow like shedding skins of lovers  
Am                          F 
And, I grew up with magic; free and wild as bindweed  
G                                                         Am 
Pushing for the boundary, pushing through the edges of the concrete 

       C                                         E 
I'm the girl that bought a round-trip cross the Rubicon  
E                                           Am (?) 
And I'm not sure that even I know where I'm coming from 

Am                      F 
Sentimental tango when I was just fourteen  
G 
I could hear Astaire and Rogers tap their way across the screen  
Am                                 F 
Oh, bullied and belittled, until the sun set in the concrete  
G                                                  Am 
I wore my sister's black skirt, all dressed up for Halloween 

Am                                             F 
We could hardly tell the difference between the shouting and the quiet  
G 
It was the path of least resistance to stage my own private riot  
Am                                 F 
And the walls tumbled like Babel, down around my feet  
G                                                           Am 
Rhyme came in deliverance rising through the wreckage and the concrete 

C                                              E 
I'm the girl that bought a round-trip cross the Rubicon  
E                                           Am (?) 
I'm not sure that even I know where I'm coming from 

Am                                   F 
For a girl who loves her words, yeah, she loves her silence more  
G 
Found a better example of what hearts and tongues are for  
Am                                  F 
There is truth in your arm's love, there is truth in this song  
G                                                              Am 
There is truth in the concrete and the nails that our lives are built upon.