Blind Pilot - Packed powder

I started working at the ^Gsecond hand, I thought it would make me more ^Ccolorful. I saw the world as a ^Dstitch and patch. I saw the sky as ^Gtorn grey wool.

I started working as a ^Gdime store clerk, I thought it would make me the ^Ckind to put you first. My only dreams were in ^Dfluorescent light, My only goal was to ^Gforget what I was worth.

I want to see how it ^Gtakes me. I want to see how the ^Cpowder burns. Don't want to keep what I ^Dcan't have more of. Don't want to wait and miss my ^Gturn.

I started working as a ^Gtour guide, I thought it would make me ^Cbelieve my own words. Every patient thought just ^Dpassed me by, Every truth I said sounded ^Gjust absurd.

I started working at a ^Gsmall town church, I thought it would make me a ^Cbetter man. They said the sins I had would ^Dfly away, As if the birds were in the ^Gpalms of my own hands.

I want to see how it ^Gtakes me. I want to see how the ^Cpowder burns. Don't want to keep what I ^Dcan't have more of. Don't want to wait and miss my ^Gturn.