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
