Gordon Downie - The never-ending present

^DThis waiting here for a b^E7us is ^GAlmost better than its c^Doming. Every day it always d^E7oes As I d^Gaydream or kick some d^Dirt Or throw a rock or check my w^E7atch Or c^Gatch my refl^Gmaj7ection. ^GAnd it barely makes an impressi^Don ^E7On the never-ending pre^Gsent.

^DThis working from the inside ^E7out, This^G stepping to the easel,^D Is ^Dgonna run you into re^E7sults, And ^Gthen there's the materials^D: To ^Dsee the world beyond your s^E7hoes ^GReflected in the polis^Dh An^Dd see some images of tr^E7uth ^GBeautifully demolishe^Gmaj7d. ^GAnd it barely makes an impressi^Don ^E7On the never-ending pre^Gsent.

^DSteel yourself against the co^E7ld Or l^Gook for semi-precious s^Dhade. Whe^Dn the bus crests that^E7 hill, Love^G and hate are just the sam^De. Wat^Dching as the money ^E7drops, ^GEvery day it always do^Des. Ma^Dybe there's a song in h^E7ere. No, and in ^Gfact, there never ^Gwas. ^GNothing but a little ^Gmaj7expression ^E7From the never ending p^Gresent. ^GJust me doing my impression^{D E7}Of the never-ending pre^Gsent