Holes

D   Bm                     F#m          G
time, all the long red lines
                 D               Bm
that take control
                         F#m            G
of all the smokelike streams
                        D          Bm
that flow into your dreams
                    F#m            G
that big blue open sea
                    D          Bm
that can't be crossed
                    F#m            G
that can't be climbed
                 D          Bm
just born between
                     F#m            G
oh the two white lines
                            D          Bm
distant gods and faded signs
                          F#m            G
of all those blinking lights
                             D          Bm
you had to pick the one tonight

holes, dug by little moles
angry jealous spies
got telephones for eyes
come to you as friends
all those endless ends
that can't be tied
oh they make me laugh
and always make me cry
'til they drop like flies
and sink like polished stones
of all the stones I throw
how does that old song go
how does that old song go