Tracy Grammer - Mother i climbed

On tomorrow's painted ^Cwagon, in a ^Gyester-dreaming ^Cday I ^Grode to Heaven ^Cnever thinking ^AmI'd be back this ^Cway Now I'm ^Gstanding at your ^Cdoorstep with my ^Ghalo turning ^Am7grey ^COpen ^C/Bup your ^Dgate, ^D/F#Mari-^Gana

Lay me ^Ddown in the ^Cdark womb of your ^Glove Mother I ^Csought the chosen ^Gpeople But I ^Cfound no one to ^Dcom^D/F#fort ^Gme Lay me ^Ddown in the ^Cdark womb of your ^Glove Mother I ^Cclimbed the highest ^Gsteeple I found ^Cnothing ^Dto be^Glieve

When they ^Gcalled my faults a^Cgainst the wall, I ^Gtook my place in ^Cline And ^Gput my trust in ^Cpriestly men to ^Ambreak the ties that ^Cbind But their ^Gstraight and narrow ^Chighway's just a ^Grow of billboard ^Am7signs ^COpen ^C/Bup your ^Dgate, ^D/F#Mari-^Gana

Lay me ^Ddown in the ^Cdark womb of your ^Glove Mother I ^Csang the sacred ^GPsalter But no ^Csaviour came to ^Dcom^D/F#fort ^Gme Lay me ^Ddown in the ^Cdark womb of your ^Glove I went ^Cnaked to the ^Galtar I found ^Cnothing ^Dto be^Glieve

So I ^Gset my feet to ^Cwalking from the ^Gsidewalk to the ^Csand In ^Gsearch of any ^Csaint or sage who ^Amknew the master ^Cplan And I ^Gwandered every ^Cback-road in that ^Gbroken promised ^Am7land ^COpen ^C/Bup your ^Dgate, ^D/F#Mari-^Gana

Lay me ^Ddown in the ^Cdark womb of your ^Glove Mother I ^Ckept the plain and ^Gsimple But no ^Cshepherd came to ^Dcom^D/F#fort ^Gme Lay me ^Ddown in the ^Cdark womb of your ^Glove I stood ^Cshivering in the ^Gtemple I found ^Cnothing ^Dto be^Glieve

As ^Glightning burns these ^Cbridges under, ^Gsmoke will surely ^Crise And the ^Gfables of my ^Cinnocence blow ^Amlazy through the ^Cskies When ^Gtimeless truths re^Cveal themselves as ^Glittle more than ^Am7lies ^COpen ^C/Bup your ^Dgate, ^D/F#Mari-^Gana

Lay me ^Ddown in the ^Cdark womb of your ^Glove Mother I ^Crazed the tainted ^Gchapel But no ^Cangel came to ^Dcom^D/F#fort ^Gme Lay me ^Ddown in the ^Cdark womb of your ^Glove Mother I ^Cstormed the Tower of ^GBabel I found ^Cnothing ^Dto be^Glieve

So ^Gsticks and stones might ^Cbreak this body, ^Gwords might wound my ^Csoul And ^Gphantom visions ^Cfly me where the ^Amfaithful fear to ^Cgo But ^Gwhen this story's ^Cover and my ^Gsun is sinking ^Am7low ^COpen ^C/Bup your ^Dgate, ^D/F#Mari-^Gana

Lay me ^Ddown in the ^Cdark womb of your ^Glove Mother the ^Cyears pass out of ^Gcounting But no ^Cprophet comes to ^Dcom^D/F#fort ^Gme Lay me ^Ddown in the ^Cdark womb of your ^Glove Mother I ^Cclimbed the holy ^Gmountain I found ^Cnothing ^Dto be^Glieve Mother I ^Cclimbed the holy mountain I found ^Dnothing ^D/F#to be^Glieve