Capo 2


Dm Am Dm Am

Dm
there’s a certain concentration of freedom between stations 
        Am
or what i consider freedom in these fenced-in glass walls. 
     Dm
what we learned from the movies when we were in our pre-teens 
       Am
turned out to be just the echo of an imprint of a call 

      C
and i meant to read two novels on my way out to the west 
      Dm
but i only read the essays with the note on the first page 
     C
and all i wanted to write about quickly left the scene 
      Dm
after finding a hole big enough in the air conditioning. 

C        Dm         C                  Dm
oh…be my home. i forget when i’m on the road.
 
       Dm
and i woke up every morning not knowing where i was 
           Am
and if the white outside was snow or salt or painted on the glass. 
   Dm
i feed off simple stories and your memories about wars 
           Am
and i was staring at the scenery not remembering what cities are for. 

           C
when i got out of the train at midnight in the middle of it all, 
           Dm
i felt the cold in my feet and the smoke in my lungs 
       C
and i ran up and down the platform measuring the train 
       Dm
like a weirdly lined-up village doomed to be always travelling. 

C       A#        Dm          C               A#                   Dm
z-e-p-h-y-r be my home. i forget my one true love when i’m on the road. 

         Dm
cut the darkness with a plastic fork, it will swallow us whole. 
            Am
there are no cars in the distance and no voices on the phone. 
            Dm
everybody’s conquered the prairie just like ma & pa 
             Am
and i’ve had one too many conversations about america. 

     C
i remember the nothing shrinking down in size 
               Dm
and seeing not more than if i hadn’t opened my eyes 
            C
and having dreams about tidal waves and all of us in tiny boats.
            Dm
i remember sitting in a hotel room thinking my head was about to explode. 


C       A#         Dm        C               A#                    Dm
z-e-p-h-y-r be my home. i forget my one true love when i’m on the road.

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