Bright Eyes - Bowl of oranges

The ^Crain it started tappin on the w^Gindow near my bed There was a ^Floophole in my dreamin so ^GI got out of it And to ^Ammy surprise my eyes were wide and ^Falready open To my n^Dmightstand and my dresser where those n^Gightmares had just been

So I ^Cdressed myself and left then, out ^Ginto the gray streets. But ^Feverything seemed different and com^Gpletely new to me. The ^Amsky, the trees, houses, buildings, ev^Fen my own body. And each ^Dmperson I encountered, I c^Gouldn't wait to meet.

I ^Ccame upon a doctor who appe^Gared in quite poor health. I said there is ^Fnothing I can do for you you ^Gcan't do for yourself. He said oh ^Amyes you can, just hold my hand, I ^Fthink that would help. So I ^Dmsat with him a while and then I ^Gasked him how he felt.

He said, I ^Csus4think ^C/BI'm ^Amcured. No, in ^Csus4fact, ^C/BI'm ^Amsure. Thank ^Csus4you ^C/BStran^Amger, for your th^Gerapeutic smile.

So that is ^Chow I learned the lesson that ^Geveryone is alone. And your ^Feyes must do some raining if you are ^Gever going to grow. But when cry^Aming don't help and you can't compose yourself, It is ^Fbest to compose a poem. An ^Dmhonest verse of longing or ^Fsimple song of hope.

That is why I'm ^Csinging Baby don't worry cause ^Gnow I got your back. And every ^Ftime you feel like crying, I'm gonna ^Gtry and make you laugh. And if I ^Amcan't, if it just hurts too bad, then we will ^Fwait for it to pass and ^DmI will keep you company through those ^Fdays so long and black.

And we'll keep ^Cworking on the problem we ^Gknow we'll never solve Of Love's u^Fneven remainders, our lives are f^Gractions of a whole. But if the ^Amworld could remain within a frame like a ^Fpainting on a wall. Then I ^Dmthink we would see the beauty then we would ^Fstand staring in awe

At our ^Csus4still ^C/Blives ^Amposed like a ^Csus4bowl ^C/Bof ^Amoranges, like a ^Csus4sto -^C/Bry ^Amtold by the ^Gfault lines and the soil.