The Lakes

C     Em               Dm
Is it romantic how all my elegies
Am
Eulogize me?
C             Em              Dm
I'm not cut out for all these cynical clones
      Am
These hunters with cell phones

Em
Take me to the Lakes
              F
Where all the poets went to die
            Am
I don't belong
                             G/B
And, my beloved, neither do you
Em
Those Windermere peaks
           F
Look like a perfect place to cry
           G
I'm setting off

But not without my muse

C              Em
What should be over
         Dm
Burrowed under my skin
   Am
In heart-stopping waves of hurt
C             Em                Dm
I've come too far to watch some name-dropping sleaze
        Am
Tell me what are my words worth

Em
Take me to the Lakes
              F
Where all the poets went to die
            Am
I don't belong
                             G/B
And, my beloved, neither do you
Em
Those Windermere peaks
           F
Look like a perfect place to cry
             G
I'm setting off

But not without my muse

C                   Em
I want auroras and sad prose
Dm                    Am
I want to watch wisteria grow
     C
Right over my bare feet
Em                       Dm
'Cause I haven't moved in years
Am
And I want you right here

C             Em            Dm
A red rose grew up out of ice frozen ground
    Am
With no one around to tweet it
C                Em
While I bathe in cliffside pools
       Dm                         Am
With my calamitous love and insurmountable grief

Em
Take me to the Lakes
              F
Where all the poets went to die
              Am
I don't belong
                             G/B
And, my beloved, neither do you
Em
Those Windermere peaks
           F
Look like a perfect place to cry
           G
I'm setting off

But not without my muse
                   C
No, not without you