Thea Gilmore - Concrete

^EmNovember in a rainstorm, the t^Cruest truth I ever heard ^DThe sound of babies crying in a^B7 hospital ward ^EmOh, like a bed of rushes, they spread ^Clove out on the concrete floor ^DNames, and dates, and faces I ^B7really can't remember a^Cnymore

^EmWe could hardly tell the difference ^Cbetween one year and another ^DSun like pouring whiskey, snow like^B7 shedding skins of lovers ^EmAnd, I grew up with magic; f^Cree and wild as bindweed ^DPushing for the boundary, ^B7pushing through the edges of the c^Concrete

I'm the^G girl that bought a round-trip ^G*cross the ^EmRubicon ^B7And I'm not sure that even I know where I'm c^Coming from ^Em

^EmSentimental tango when I^C was just fourteen ^DI could hear Astaire and Rogers tap thei^B7r way across the screen ^EmOh, bullied and belittled, until th^Ce sun set in the concrete ^DI wore my sister's black skirt, ^B7all dressed up for H^Calloween

^EmWe could hardly tell the difference between the^C shouting and the quiet ^DIt was the path of least resistance to stage my ^B7own private riot ^EmAnd the walls tumbled like Babel, d^Cown around my feet ^DRhyme came in deliverance ^B7rising through the wreckage and the^C concrete

^GI'm the girl that bought a round-trip ^G*cross the ^EmRubicon ^B7I'm not sure that even I know where I'm ^Ccoming from ^Em

^EmFor a girl who loves her words, yeah,^C she loves her silence more ^DFound a better example of what^B7 hearts and tongues are for ^EmThere is truth in your arm's love, t^Chere is truth in this song ^DThere is truth in the concrete and the n^B7ails that our lives are ^Cbuilt upon