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.