C         G        Am     F
Restless, I walked to the shore
    C        F        G
And picked a place of peace
        C     G      Am    F
I found no relief in satin sheets
       C         G    C
Or the bedcrumbs of police

[Verse]
  C         G          Am    F
A sovereign god raised up an arm
    C       F      G
And gave me clever hands
     C       G      Am    F
With these I molded irate pleas
      C     G     C
For an interurban band

[Verse]
C       G        Am     F
Call me stately, lately don't
  C       F      G
I follow, not forsee
C       G      Am        F
Bled of all my backwards ropes
  C           G     C
Untangled from truancy

[Verse]
C         G       Am        F
Peas in a pod may laugh and trod
   C      F         G
On morals mighty or weak
C            G        Am     F
Plastered in poems of holy unknowns
    C            G             C
I'm whispered on slogan-filled streets