Written by Modern Baseball
Intro: G G Take the train to Frankford Em B I won’t answer when they call C Cm G I guess that’s just my gift to myself G Drank a lot and danced to The Cure Em B Holding on for dear life C Cm G To the frayed edge of a feeling we misplaced years ago D C G And knowing we should really get back home G G Made mistakes Em B The plants died young, like all good things C Cm But I wish my small self had known G How much water to use G Still some nights I find Em B The ideas that bring me rest C Cm G Are the ones that used to prod and pester and keep me up D C G Swinging open doors I swore I’d shut D C Pouring pewter Em G C Amassing coins to displace debt to you D C My straight-line shooter Em Let me learn here G Bm C G I am in pursuit of all I can undo G G Entertain the cancer Em B We all answer upwards either way C Cm G The waiting game is tied again G Backs of hands and phrases Em Misplaced gazes B C Cm G Things we still deny to selves and hesitate to talk about D A call from high school two drinks in C I smiled but you could not see Em Eb D C Your tin can cell receiver hummed its New York static song C The lever pulled and all at once Am The floor was false The center seam divided Em Eb Lace and well-pressed cotton D C Found the flood we’d since forgotten We still leave our shoes at the door Am Before we wring out our wet clothes G C Across your floor and future Em Eb C Stitch the gaps that destiny assumed G C With floral sutures Em Eb C Are you hiding or have I abandoned you? G Let me learn here Bm C G Bm C I am in pursuit of all I can undo End on G