Capo 3rd fret

Standard (EADGBE)

Intro

I'm standing on this corner.

Can't get their attention.

Facing rush hour faces turned around.

I clutch my stack of paper

press one to a chest then

watch it swoop and stutter to the ground.

I'm weary with right-angles

abbreviated daylight

and waiting for a winter to be done.

Why do I still see you

in every mirrored window

in all that I could never overcome?

 How I don't know what I should do

 with my hands when I talk to you.

 How you don't know where you should look

 so you look at my hands.

 How movements rise and then dissolve

 melted by our shallow breath.

 How causes dance away from me.

 I am your pamphleteer.

I walk this room in time to

the beat of the Gestetner

contemplate my next communique.

The rhetoric and treason

of saying that I'll miss you

Of saying "Hey, well maybe you should stay."

 Sing "Oh what force on earth could be weaker than the

 feeble strength of one"

 like me remembering the way it could have been.

 Help me with this barricade

No surrender. No defeat.

A spectre's haunting Albert Street.

 I am your pamphleteer.