Am
Well I watched your black tied family
      C
Rise up from graves near cemeteries
      G                                    Am
That I have not been to since your goodbye

       Am
And I drink another simile
       C 
And compared your Jesus to a thief
        G                                          Am
And he took my bones and he turned them into bread
      F               C
Cause I can feel your pain
       Am             G
In my bones, in my bones

Am
I was scared to call your mother
    C
For news that you weren’t getting better
    G                                       Am
My God, just what the hell am I supposed to do?

      Am
And I ran off, and ran on to something
       C                             G
That I swore was everything but beautiful
                         Am
I only say that word for you

      F               C
Cause I can feel your pain
        Am           G
In my bones, in my bones
    F                C
And I can feel your pain
            Am                G
Deep in my bones, deep in my bones
    F          C          Am          G
And Hal-hallelujah to the one in our bones
    F          C          Am          G
And Hal-hallelujah to the one who we love

F C Am G F C Am G Am
(humming)