The Weakerthans - A new name for everything

When the ^Gbus-shelter windows and napkin-dispensers sur^Emprise with dis^Dtorted reflections, it's never the someone you're ^Choping to recognize. When the ^Grent is too high living here between reasons to ^Emlive, and you ^Dcan't sleep alone, and your memories groan, and the ^Cborders of night start to give.

^CWhen ^Dyou ^Gcan't ^Csave ^Ccash or conviction; you're ^Dbroke and you're breaking-a ^Gtired shoelace or a ^Cwave. So ^Clong past, past-due. A ^Dnew name for everything.^G

When the ^Gone-ways collude with the map that you folded wr^Emong, and the ^Droute you abandoned is always the path that you ^Cprobably should be upon. When the ^Gbottle-cap ashtrays and intimate's ears are all ^Emfull with re^Dsults of your breath, and the threads of your fear are un^Cfurled with the tiniest pull.

^COne ^Dmore ^Gtime, ^Ctry. ^CStand with your hands in your ^Dpockets and stare at the ^Gsmudge on a newspaper ^Csky, and ^Cask it to rain a ^Dnew name for everything.^G

^EmFire ^Devery ^Cphrase. They don't ^A7want to work for us a^Cnymore. ^EmDot and ^DDash our ^Cdays. Make your ^A7face the flag of a sem^Caphore.

^CAll ^Dyou ^Gwon't ^Cshow. The ^Cboxes you brought here and ^Dnever unpacked are still ^Gpatiently waiting to ^Cgo. So ^Cput on those clothes you ^Dnever grew into, and ^Gsmile like you mean it for ^Conce. If ^Cyou come back, bring a ^Dnew name for every^Gthing.