Lincoln - Banks

^C*Milemarker twenty-seven says we’re ^Em*on the way to Heaven Am* f* And I smile at the passenger seat Forty mi^C*les from Chicago There is ^Em*snow on the windshield And you’re ^Am*downtown dragging your feet ^F* Now I’m C^C*ircling the block around U^Em*nion Central Station And there are^Am* bullets flying into the Car ^F* It’s the s^C*ame as it’s always been^Em* Am* f* Just the same as it’s always been Two-hundred^C miles from Chicago: There is ^Emblood on the windshield And I Am ^Amreeling as you gather your things ^F I said I don’t ^Cknow what to do anymore As if ^EmI knew what to do before ^AmI Can fuck up almost anyt^Fhing

^CI don’t think that I would ^Emexactly Call it love But it’s ^Amdripping down my Consciousness Missus, you’re ^Fslipping down my lungs

^CI want to build you a protest out of ^Emsticks and rocks Am f I find in the backyard behind the house you grew up in C Em Am f In loving memory of all our nonconformity I want to s^Cing you a signal that reaches. ^Emonly the ears Am f Of young disenfranchised straight white boys Because ^Cthat would feel normal^Em, and ^Amnone of this does ^{F B}

But it’s ^Amdripping down my Consciousness As you’re sl^Fipping down my lungs So ^Csave it for a rainy day and may^Embe then you’ll see ^Am I Am like the earth, old man, there’s no^F way around me

But ev^C*en in my dr^Em*eams I still don’t k^Am*now the differ^F*ence between ^C*What it is I wa^Em*nt and wha^Am*t it is I need ^F* I wanna see you be ^Cbrave I wanna see you su^Emrviving I wanna see ^Amboth of us Prospering and th^Friving separately I want the ^CCatharsis of ^Emknowing Something^Am bad’s about to h^Fappen But a^Clso knowing ^Emthat I Can’t do^Am anything ^Fabout it Because your ^Cnew house just don’t ^Emshut Quite like the o^Amne you grew up ^Fin used to I ^Cwanna Come and ^Emvisit ^AmI wanna see this t^Fhrough, but ^CI never ^Emwill because you’re ^Amjust not what I ^Fneed And I Am ^Cjust not what you^Em want Though you’re in ^Ameveryone I ^Fmeet and ^CWe’ll say fuck the ^Embanks but we’ll still ^Amuse them every ^Fday And when we ^Cfight Amongst ours^Emelves The ^Ambanks will say ^F“Okay Have you been ^Cspending all your ^EmCapital on ^Amcauses you deem ^Fjust? You keep ^Cdoing what you ^EmCan, we’ll keep ^Amdoing what we ^Fmust.” So de^Cspite what you have le^Emarned In songs for^Am which you’d take a^F bullet You won’t ^Cfind objective ^Emtruth In a ^Amfinal rhyming C^Fouplet