Intro:F Bb F BbF Outside the door are the empty, the poorBb F C Are the lives that are living no moreF Some of them grievers or broken believersBb F C Or used in some meaningless warBb C Go see for yourself if you think it'll helpDm Bb But I just cannot go there no moreC Bb F Bb F Bb Oh Lord, I will not go outside the doorF Down on the street there's a rhythm, a beatBb F C You get caught up, you'll never get freeF A humming of heat to a strumming of feetBb F C You forget who you wanted to beBb C And under the madness an echoing sadnessDm Bb That whispers you'll never be freeC Bb F Bb F Bb Oh Lord, I will not go down on the streetF Out into the city, the gruesome, the grittyBb F C The lovers, livers and lonelyF Away from my eyes in the thick fog, the criesBb F C Of the bleeding, broken and breakingBb C Your name there is nothing, the street signs are bluffingDm Bb They'll put you wherever they pleaseC Bb F Oh Lord, I will not go into the cityBb I’m already jadedC Already I'm fadedDm Bb There's nothing to learn or to knowC F Bb F Bb Oh Lord, I will not goF Under the bridge there, the shadowy ridge thereBb F C That hides and is keeping us hidF Where nothing is growing nor sunlight is showingBb F C Or shining on all that we didBb C And the rumble of cars that goes bellowing pastDm Bb They're just running away with the windC Bb F Bb F Bb F Bb Oh Lord, I will not go under the bridgeF Out into the battle, they lead you like cattleBb F C And even they got their own lawsF You won’t be locked up there, nor shot or shocked up thereBb F C For shooting a man to the floorBb C They train you and break you, and re-educate youDm Bb But won’t tell you why or what forC Bb F Bb F Bb F Bb F Bb Oh Lord, I will not go into the warF Up into the sky where the great engines flyBb F C Where they throw you and roll you like diceF We've conquered the moon with explosions and fumesBb F C We have conquered the universe highBb C But looking back down there's a reasoning soundDm Bb That says nobody gets out aliveC Bb F Oh Lord, I will not go into skyBb There's no one aroundC Just the beckoning soundDm Bb And there's no room to dream or to growC F Bb F Bb F Bb F Bb Oh Lord, I will not go (I will not go)F Here on the ground we are lost, we are foundBb F C We are lonely, we're spinning aroundF Away from the crowds and the armies of clownsBb F C Away from the carnival soundsBb C And out of the deep where the tectonic sleepsDm Bb And darkness will follow you downC Bb F Oh Lord, just let me stay here on the ground
Here On The Ground
Luke Thompson
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