Joanna Newsom - Goose eggs

^BWhat we built, a^F#t the kiln that won’t be^A stilled Did not ^Gset well: ^BThe old veil of desire ^F# Like the vessels that we^A fired Fell thi^Gn as eggshells

^BmAnd every season, somebo^Ady burns Downtown, taking turns– ^CTaking a bus, to take a train an^Gd just plain vamoose

^BmNow the wind blows coals over the hills.^A Honey I’ve been paying my bills ^CBut honey it’s been a long time since I’^Gve come to any use

^BmAnd it hurt me bad, when I heard the news ^DThat you’d got that call, and could not refuse ^A(A goose, alone, I suppose, can know the lonelin^Eess of geese ^EWho never find their peace, whet^Dher North, or South, or ^AWest, or East, W^F#mest or East; ^EAnd I could never find my way ^DTo being the kind of friend you seemed t^Ao need in me ^GTill the needing^F had ceased.)

^BRecently, a bott^F#le of rye, and a friend,^A and me, on our five lo^Gose legs, ^Bhad a ramble, and spoke ^F# of the scrambling of bro^Aken hopes, and g^Goose eggs, ^Bmand a stranger, long ago^A. (Not you, honey! You, I know.) ^CWe just spoke of broken hopes an^Gd old strangers. ^BmNow the wind blows coals over the sea. ^A Tell you what, honey: you and me ^CBetter run and see if we can't contain t^Ghem, first.

^BmBut you had somewhere that you had to go, ^Dand you caught that flight out of Covalo. ^ANow, overhead, you’re gunning in those ^EVs, ^Ewhere you had better find your peace, whe^Dther north, or south, or^A west, or east. ^F#mWest, or east. ^EAnd I had better find my way ^Dto being the kind of friend you seemed t^Ao need in me, ^Gat last (at leas^Ft).

^EWhat’s redacted will repeat, ^Dand you cannot learn that you burn when ^Ayou touch the heat, so we touch t^F#mhe heat, ^Eand we cut facsimiles of love and death ^D(just separate holes in sheets ^{A G}where you cannot breathe, and you canno^Ft see).

^EAnd I cannot now, for the life of me, beli^Deve our talk— our f^Alock had cause to leave, but d^F#mo we? do we?