They're tearing up streets again
They're building a new hotel
The Mayor's out killing kids to keep taxes down
And me and my anger sit
Folding a paper bird
Letting the curtains turn to beating wings
Wish I had a socket-set to dismantle this morning
Just one pair of clean socks
And a photo of you
When you get off work tonight
Meet me at the construction site
And we'll write some notes to tape to the heavy machines,
Like "We hope they treat you well.
Hope you don't work too hard.
We hope you get to be happy sometimes."
Bring your swiss-army knife
And a bottle of something
And I'll bring some spray paint and a new deck of cards.
Hey I found the safest place to keep all our tenderness
Keep all those bad ideas
Keep all our hope
It's here in the smallest bones
The feet and the inner-ear.
It's such an enormous thing to walk and to listen.
And I'd like to fall asleep to the beat of you breathing
In a room near a truck stop
On a highway somewhere.
You are a radio
You are an open door
I am a faulty string of blue Christmas lights.
You swim through frequencies.
You let that stranger in
As I'm blinking off and on and off again.
We've got a lot of time.
Or maybe we don't
But I'd like to think so
so let me pretend
These are my favorite chords
I know you like them too
When I get a new guitar
You could have this one
And sing me a lullaby
Sing me the alphabet
Sing me a story I haven't heard yet
My Favorite Chords Lyrics