Am Am Hear it when I crunch the leaves on the groundAm Dm Imagine it's me, once green soon brownAm E Am And the wind will howl but I won't make no soundAm Am After we pass through this circusAm Dm After they have swept the floorAm E Am It'll all go back to the way it was beforeAm I keep myself distracted with the mirror penAm Dm I store the words on paper instead of my headAm It's like a cold glass of milkE Am When me and my stomach ache are stuck in bedAm What if all the crazies are really saneAm Dm They see something that the rest of us can'tAm And I'll never feel the painE Am Of having to fade awayAm Am After we pass through this circusAm Dm After they have swept the floorAm E Am It'll all go back to the way it was beforeDm Am I'm fine being by myselfAm E Not wasting wishes on womenE Am When I'm throwing pennies in the wellDm Am I'm fine being by myselfE I still got my tongue, don't I?E Am And a story to tellAm Am After we pass through this circusAm Dm After they have swept the floorAm E Am It'll all go back to the way it was beforeAm Am After we pass through this circusAm Dm After they have swept the floorAm E Am It'll all go back to the way it was beforeAm E Am It'll all go back to the way it was beforeAm E Am It'll all go back to the way it was beforeAm E Am It'll all go back to the way it was before
The Way It Was Before
Jack Conte
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