Standard (EADGBE)
4 in the morning the sidewalk's asle ep
Dogs on the porc h,
Spiders on the lea f
Shipwrecked by night sailing through da ys
Nobody noticed the slipping aw ay
Connecting the dots with thorns in his s ide
Boarded up the Windows with pain and with pr ide
The music box broken that once was his s oul
Its sad little song spinning out of cont rol
Then came the storm that washed the roads ou t
Closed both his eyes and pointed straight sout h
Second line drums marched into the s ea
While the clouds overhead cried "mutin y"
They parted for Cathy and her bitter n ews
As her words fail and the sky grew d im
Recalled how close to that exit l've b een
Ours not to reply, ours not to reason w hy
The news about Willia m
The lifeline retreat s
Desire for relea se
The thorns in his side