Em C Innocence, it don't come easy - in a sense it never will Am G D Accidents mean no one's guilty, ignorance means someone's killed Em C So I asked our Mr. Mellor how one gets to where one's going Am G D And he points to his survival, and he points me down the road Em As I go on C Wondering if I've got a soul and D G Counting down the hours 'til it goes Em C On a dark wet night in April, on a street in Jersey where Am G D I went looking for some writing that I knew would not be there Em C And a punter from the Pelhams and the police, in the rain, Am G D Were concerned more with a car than with the fact the light had changed Em C But after listening all morning, as I drove down 95 Am G D To a story of detainees who were barely kept alive Em C I could deal with trying to process pigeons acting like they're doves Am G D But not with interference from the power lines above Em As I go on C Wondering if I've got a soul and D G Counting down the hours 'til it goes Em C And oh, precautions, yes precautions Am G D But if you're playing with a gun, you could kill someone Em C And in the dark it's hard to know a friend Am G D But I'm not angry, I won't be forever angry Em C As I'm walking toward tomorrow with a rifle in my hand Am G D And I'm thinking about New England, and I'm missing old Japan Em C And a mountain in California where a spring runs hot and cold Am G D And if I told you I felt ageless, would you tell me I'm not old? Em As I go on C Wondering if I've got a soul and D G Counting down the hours 'till it goes