Thea Gilmore - Concrete

^AmNovember in a rainstorm, the ^Ftruest truth I ever heard ^GThe sound of babies crying in a hospital ward ^AmOh, like a bed of rushes, they spread ^Flove out on the concrete floor ^GNames, and dates, and faces I really can't remember ^Amanymore

^AmWe could hardly tell the difference ^Fbetween one year and another ^GSun like pouring whiskey, snow like shedding skins of lovers ^AmAnd, I grew up with magic; f^Free and wild as bindweed ^GPushing for the boundary, pushing through the edges of the^Am concrete

I'm the^C girl that bought a round-trip cross the R^Eubicon E Am (?) And I'm not sure that even I know where I'm coming from

^AmSentimental tango when I^F was just fourteen ^GI could hear Astaire and Rogers tap their way across the screen ^AmOh, bullied and belittled, until th^Fe sun set in the concrete ^GI wore my sister's black skirt, all dressed up for ^AmHalloween

^AmWe could hardly tell the difference between the^F shouting and the quiet ^GIt was the path of least resistance to stage my own private riot ^AmAnd the walls tumbled like Babel, d^Fown around my feet ^GRhyme came in deliverance rising through the wreckage and th^Ame concrete

^CI'm the girl that bought a round-trip cross the^E Rubicon E Am (?) I'm not sure that even I know where I'm coming from

^AmFor a girl who loves her words, yeah,^F she loves her silence more ^GFound a better example of what hearts and tongues are for ^AmThere is truth in your arm's love, t^Fhere is truth in this song ^GThere is truth in the concrete and the nails that our lives are^Am built upon.