Capo 2nd fret

Standard (EADGBE)

To the sermon on the mount,

 I am listening.

Tough guy's running his mouth,

 I am glistening in.

Save Your Spit is heading south,

 and I am getting in the way.

(keep on using this chords)

Said, "Wait one minute, son, you're right;

they're just listening.

Worried, sinned, and lacking sight,

wanting christening.

Go shine this motherfucking light

on all the people who can hear."

This is tougher than I thought,

owning all the things I bought.

And JC's up for another bow,

and I am ringing him out.

Something's got me on the corner,

and I am whimpering.

Somewhere deep inside your coat,

I am weathering.

Wishing somehow you were near,

'cause I am withering alone.

You arrived and ordered stout,

I stared in wordlessness.

I just kept noticing your mouth,

and how your face just fit

into every aching void,

what I've always missed some way.

This is tougher than I thought,

holding you, the grace I've caught.

'Cause you're made of everything I want

and I am ringing you out

like a morning bell.

I am ringing you out,

Like the kitchen rags of God.

I am ringing you out,

Like my voice across the hills.

I am ringing you out,

like water on your feet,

and you are everything to me.

You are everything to me.

I am ringing you out.