Standard (EADGBE)

nose on the glass hours pass in the back

 of the only store still open in the city

white flecks of light on the fish flashing by

 and you answer with your mouth hung open 'pretty'

there's no reason to be scared

 i know that you're always a little scared

 and here you count again tonight

counting all the guts you've left inside

it couldn't change a thing

but i like remembering

 that holy scene in lonely new orleans

 ain't you pretty next to me