Tift Merritt - Small talk relations

I skipped a stone and^Am watched it go ^C The arc and then the ^Amundertow ^C Thinking a day is^Am something like a ^Emprayer ^G So ^Cmuch to ask,^Am you start it soft ^C Then the weighted ^Amlocks come off ^C In the end,^Am you just hope some^Emone's there ^G

'Cause all these^C small ^Emtalk re^Flations Lord, there ain't ^Cno^Emthing for ^Freal Don't nobody ^Chere ^Emat ^Bball know ^F The way that I^C feel ^{Bb F}

^CThere's no one to ^Amanswer to ^C Just the dark and ^Amme and you ^C And all the angels^Am stand around just ^Emwishing ^{G C}For a drag there ^Amof your smoke ^C A taste of skin, a ^Amsip of hope ^C To raise their skirts ^Amup where no ^Emwords are ris^Ging

'Cause all these^C small ^Emtalk re^Flations Lord, there ain't ^Cno^Emthing for ^Freal Don't nobody ^Chere ^Emat ^Bball know ^F The way that I^C feel ^{Bb F G}

Workmen in the street below ^Am Softly play a radio ^G A hymn of static ^Amthrough the traffic ^Bb The crowd just turns to leave ^F The secret current underneath ^Em Cannot be heard above the ^Gracket

Of all of these ^Csmall ^Emtalk re^Flations I can't hear ^Cone^Em thing for ^Freal Don't nobody ^Chere ^Emat ^Bball know ^F The way that I^C feel,^Bb oh ^Foh

^C O^Bbh o^Fh ^C O^Bboh o^Foh ^C