C Am

C                                      Am
Upon the floor some torn-up tee-shirts lay
C                                    Am
That I have not the heart to throw away
      F
But I know
    C                                F
You always take the madness when you go


The queen is born for us a long weekend
A message left by a well-meaning friend
Well-meaning friends
They pick me up for quiet drives around the bend
    C     G C
And round again

    G
The books that you have left for me
     Am
Will keep me in good company
    F
The boxes that your things are in
     C
Will stay where they have always been
    G
The light still makes the shapes to crawl
   Am
On afternoons across the wall
    F
And nothing here will change at all
  C                 G               C
Until you find your way back to me again


You always are the one that most abhors
Me and my tendency to the indoors
But I know
You always take the madness when you go
So bring it home

The books that you have left for me
Will keep me in good company
The boxes that your things are in
Will stay where they have always been
The light still makes the shapes to crawl
On afternoons across the wall
And nothing here will change at all
Until...
The clocks still turns the house around
It heats it up and cools it down
The grass will still be on the ground
Until you find your way back to me again