Concrete Thea Gilmore
[Am]November in a rainstorm, the [F]truest truth I ever heard
[G]The sound of babies crying in a hospital ward
[Am]Oh, like a bed of rushes, they spread [F]love out on the concrete floor
[G]Names, and dates, and faces I really can't remember [Am]anymore
[Am]We could hardly tell the difference [F]between one year and another
[G]Sun like pouring whiskey, snow like shedding skins of lovers
[Am]And, I grew up with magic; f[F]ree and wild as bindweed
[G]Pushing for the boundary, pushing through the edges of the[Am] concrete
I'm the[C] girl that bought a round-trip cross the R[E]ubicon
E Am (?)
And I'm not sure that even I know where I'm coming from
[Am]Sentimental tango when I[F] was just fourteen
[G]I could hear Astaire and Rogers tap their way across the screen
[Am]Oh, bullied and belittled, until th[F]e sun set in the concrete
[G]I wore my sister's black skirt, all dressed up for [Am]Halloween
[Am]We could hardly tell the difference between the[F] shouting and the quiet
[G]It was the path of least resistance to stage my own private riot
[Am]And the walls tumbled like Babel, d[F]own around my feet
[G]Rhyme came in deliverance rising through the wreckage and th[Am]e concrete
[C]I'm the girl that bought a round-trip cross the[E] Rubicon
E Am (?)
I'm not sure that even I know where I'm coming from
[Am]For a girl who loves her words, yeah,[F] she loves her silence more
[G]Found a better example of what hearts and tongues are for
[Am]There is truth in your arm's love, t[F]here is truth in this song
[G]There is truth in the concrete and the nails that our lives are[Am] built upon.
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