Bright Eyes - A song to pass the time

There is a^E middle-aged woman, she's^F#m dragging her feet She carries^G#m baskets of clothes to a^F#m laundromat While the^E Mexican children kick^F#m rocks into the street And they^G#m laugh in a language I don't^F#m understand But I love^A them... why do I love^E them'

So the^E neighborhood's dimming, I^F#m smoke on the porch Watch the^G#m people as they pass enclosed i^F#mnside their cars And on their^E faces just anger or^F#m disappointment I start^G#m wishing there was something I could^F#m offer them A^A consolation... what could I offer^E them'

And they are^E sad in their suburbs, robots^F#m water the lawn And^G#m everything they touch gets dusted^F#m spotless And so they^E start to believe they've not touched^F#m anything at all And the^G#m cars in the driveway only^F#m multiply

They are^E lost in their houses, I've heard them^F#m sing in the shower Making^G#m speeches to their sister on the^F#m telephone Saying you come^E home, you come here, don't stay so^F#m far away from me This^G#m weather has me wanting love more^F#m tangible Something I can^A hold... it's getting^E cold

I say^F#m hold up our^E fists to a^Bm flame in the ^Asky To^F#m block out the^E light that's reac^Bmhing for our ^Aeyes 'Cause it... 'cause it would^E blind us^A, yeah it will^E blind us

Well I've^E locked my actions in the^F#m grooves of routine So I may^G#m never be free of this^F#m apathy But I^E wait for a letter that's^F#m coming to me She sends me^G#m pictures of the ocean in an^F#m envelope

So there still is^E hope, yes, I can be healed There is someone^F#m looking for what I've concealed In my secret^G#m drawer, in my pockets deep You will find the^F#m reasons that I can't sleep And you will still want^A me... but will you still want^E me' ^AWill you still want ^Eme'

Well, I say^F#m come for the^E week, you can^Bm sleep in my ^Abed And^F#m pass through my^E life like a^Bm dream through my ^Ahead It will... it will be^E easy^A, I'll make it^E easy

But all I^E have for the moment is a^F#m song to pass the time A^G#m melody to keep me from^F#m worrying Some^E simple progression to keep my^F#m fingers busy And^G#m words that are sure to come^F#m back to me And they'll be laug^Ahing... and they'll be laug^Ehing ^AMy mediocri^Ety ^AMy mediocri^Ety