C   A#*   F   Fm   C   A#*   F   Fm

        C                               A#                     
I still see my actions ripple, Grinding hope stones into sand, 
       F                              Fm
Losing too much kills the lion, Makes mice of many men
C                                 A#                   
  I watched you suffer too, Stuck steadfast to beliefs,
F                       Fm
  And I'm apart from it,   But woe is me

C                  A#              F                        
And after all underneath, Ain't we all just guts and teeth?,
Fm            C                     A#           F                   Fm
     Ain't we all just reflections?,   Moving in separate directions
       C                 A#               C...
In our heads, out of our minds and out of time... 
                                  A#                            
... has left a crow's foot brand, Shook me up and beat my hand, 
F                             Fm
Taught me some humility, Left little opportunity
    C                              A#                               
And in the seconds between breath, All my pride means so much less, 
    F                                Fm
And it is time that I confess, I'm a part of what went wrong

C                  A#              F                        
    after all underneath, Ain't we all just guts and teeth?,
Fm            C                     A#           F                   Fm
     Ain't we all just reflections?,   Moving in separate directions
       C                 A#               C
In our heads, out of our minds and out of time

C   A#*   F   Fm   C   A#*   F   Fm
(during the autoharp/accordion? solo)

        C                                A#                      
Picking up where we last left it, Trying hard to hide your eyes, 
          F                              Fm
Shards of shambled nouveau riche, In the pieces of your life
C                                 A#                                 
Backwards ain't no way of living, In a world synced up with sinning, 
F                          Fm                                  C...
Hard hearts need forgiving,   Well, it's the only chance we've got

...C               A#              F                        
              underneath, Ain't we all just guts and teeth?,
Fm            C                     A#           F                   Fm
     Ain't we all just reflections?,   Moving in separate directions
       C                 A#               C (let ring)
In our heads, out of our minds and out of time