INTRO: C Am C Am C Am Em G C (2x)Am C I skipped a stone and watched it goAm C The arc and then the undertowAm Em G Thinking a day is something like a prayerC Am C So much to ask, you start it softAm C Then the weighted locks come offAm Em G In the end, you just hope someone's there CHORUS:C Em F 'Cause all these small talk relationsC Em F Lord, there ain't nothing for realC Em Bb F Don't nobody here at all knowC Bb F The way that I feelC Am C There's no one to answer toAm C Just the dark and me and youAm Em G And all the angels stand around just wishingC Am C For a drag there of your smokeAm C A taste of skin, a sip of hopeAm Em G To raise their skirts up where no words are rising CHORUS:C Em F 'Cause all these small talk relationsC Em F Lord, there ain't nothing for realC Em Bb F Don't nobody here at all knowC Bb F G The way that I feel BRIDGE:Am Workmen in the street belowG Softly play a radioAm Bb A hymn of static through the trafficF The crowd just turns to leaveEm The secret current underneathG Cannot be heard above the racket CHORUS:C Em F Of all of these small talk relationsC Em F I can't hear one thing for realC Em Bb F Don't nobody here at all knowC Bb F The way that I feel, oh oh OUTRO:C Bb F Oh ohC Bb F C Ooh ooh
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