Dust

Mr. Mister

tom:

/Em   /Dsus  Em /G    /A  B  /
/Em   /Dsus  Em /G    /A  B  /

[Verse 1]
Em                            G                A      B
   The door slams, dust falls down between the cracks
Em                G                  A    B
   Some ran, some promised they'd be back
Em            G              A   B
   Saigon all gone, ashes to dust,
Em                      G        A
   a solo dance, a solo dance

[Chorus]
F#m
   And when we leave, we leave our dust,
                                 G
we slap our clothes, we shake it off
F#m
   Cambodia, Laos, Vietnam
                              G
   Out of the dust reach tiny hands to touch
         A                Em
   their fathers in other lands

[Instrumental]
/Em   /Dsus  Em /G    /A  B  /
/Em   /Dsus  Em /G    /A  B  /

[Verse 2]
Em                              G      A   B
   Love is locked in these lost eyes,
Em                            G      A   B
   love is lost in these cold eyes
Em                                G      A   B
   And in these wounds too raw to touch, lie
Em                      G    A
   ashes ashes, dust to dust

[Chorus]
F#m
   And when we leave, we leave our dust,
                                    G
   we slap our clothes, we shake it off
F#m
   Cambodia, Laos, Vietnam
                              G
   Out of the dust reach tiny hands to touch
         A                Bm
   their fathers in other lands
G    A   Bm

[Bridge]
A                      Em
   We are free, we are not alone,
F#m           G
   listen to our sound
F#m                    G
   Take these hands of flesh and bone,
C           D       Em
   reaching out for love

[Verse 3]
Em                            G       A      B
   Discards settle where they must,
Em                      G             A      B
   never knowing who to trust
Em                                 G  A      B
   And in these dreams that lie in rust,
Em                      G        A
   ashes ashes, dust to dust

[Chorus]
F#m
   And when we leave, we leave our dust,
                                 G
we slap our clothes, we shake it off
F#m
   Cambodia, Laos, Vietnam
                              G
   Out of the dust reach tiny hands to touch
         A                Em
   their fathers in other lands

[Outro]
Em  D   G    A
Em  D   G    A
Em  D   G    A
[Fade out]