Just Get Here

G                                        C
If I was a crow I'd fly the roads that wind between these places
G                                           C
Over back lanes and weathered veins where creeks have left their traces
D                     C                    D             C
Fruit trees planted long ago still bloom every other season
D                           C                   D
The fence won't keep the rabbits out, the gate's always open for some damn reason
G  C  G  C
G                                           C
Follow and trace the coastline's lace to a place that's worn and storied
G                                                 C
At the end of their chain the great lakes drain into the old St. Lawrence
D                 C             D                 C
Oh we've held a party or two, slept a million dreamers
D                    C                    D                                 G
Awoke to find the coffee on, though the smoke is gone, the poetry lingers

          D           C             D                G
If you're too tucked away, and you can't see the sun
              D           C           D                Em
If you've something to say, but you ain't got no one
              D              C               D            C
Whatever you do, if you have to, oh use your thumb, just get here, just come

G                                                  C
If you come out at night you'll see the light and where to make the turnoff
G                                          C
But do call ahead, we might be in bed or writing with our clothes off
D                 C          D             C
Writing on the wallpaper, writing on the womb
D                     C              D                          G
Though poets die, a lullaby still whispers faintly in the room

          D           C             D                G
If you're too tucked away, and you can't see the sun
              D           C           D                Em
If you've something to say, but you ain't got no one
              D              C               D            C
Whatever you do, if you have to, oh use your thumb, just get here, just come

Am                    D                          Am
If you're too tucked away, and you can't see the sun
                        D                         Am
If you've something to say, but you ain't got no one
                            D                                 C
If your hands are getting cold, you don't know what you've become

G                                        C
If I was a crow I'd fly the roads that wind between these places
G                                             C
Where poems were read and hungers fed and the days were warm and gracious
D                     C                     D             C
Did we keep a guest book somwehere or are the records fading?
D                           C                   D                             G
We'll make a vow to start one now, there is still time, but it's not waiting

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