The Milk Carton Kids - On the mend

^CThe mice tell bedtime s^Gtories ^FLullabies turn^Ced blue ^E7A crib song for the ^Ambab^Gy wh^Fo has figured ^Cout the ruse ^CI travelled half way 'round t^Ghe world to te^Ell a stor^F7y with no end ^FThe dirt under a^C nation ^FForsake^Gn, on the ^Cmend

^AmI could say that ^Emfor a moment i^F7t all made per^Cfect sense ^AmNo one holding post^Emure, not^Fhing heav^Gen-sent ^AmHold the hand that l^Emeads you, there's no^E7 god here to ^F7believe Wh^Fat matters moves ^Caround us in t^Fhe ^Gair we b^Creathe.

^CThere's nowhere left ^Gto sit ^FIt's the dirt ground or a br^Coke-down bench ^E7Four walls and a ^Amroof- they say the h^Fouse that Je^Csus Built ^CA Child knows the k^Gindness of a w^E7oman at h^F7er end ^FIn Song she found sal^Cvation ^FForsak^Gen, on the m^Cend

^AmI could say that for a mo^Emment it all m^F7ade perfe^Cct sense ^AmNo unholy post^Emure, no^Fthing heave^Gn-sent ^AmHold the hand that l^Emeads you, the^E7re's no god here ^F7to believe ^FWhat matters moves ^Caround us in the ^Fair^G we ^Cbreathe ^FWhat matters moves a^Cround us in the ^Fair w^Ge bre^Amathe ^C

In^F the^G air we ^Cbreathe.