E - 022100 F#m - XX4222 G#m - xx6444 A - X02220 B - X24432 Start with fingerpicking E E F#m There is a middle-aged woman, she's dragging her feet G#m F#m She carries baskets of clothes to a laundromat E F#m While the Mexican children kick rocks into the street G#m F#m And they laugh in a language I don't understand A E But I love them... why do I love them? E F#m So the neighborhood's dimming, I smoke on the porch G#m F#m Watch the people as they pass enclosed inside their cars E F#m And on their faces just anger or disappointment G#m F#m I start wishing there was something I could offer them A E A consolation... what could I offer them? E F#m And they are sad in their suburbs, robots water the lawn G#m F#m And everything they touch gets dusted spotless E F#m And so they start to believe they've not touched anything at all G#m F#m And the cars in the driveway only multiply E F#m They are lost in their houses, I've heard them sing in the shower G#m F#m Making speeches to their sister on the telephone E F#m Saying you come home, you come here, don't stay so far away from me G#m F#m This weather has me wanting love more tangible A E Something I can hold... it's getting cold F#m E Bm A I say hold up our fists to a flame in the sky F#m E Bm A To block out the light that's reaching for our eyes E A E 'Cause it... 'cause it would blind us, yeah it will blind us E F#m Well I've locked my actions in the grooves of routine G#m F#m So I may never be free of this apathy E F#m But I wait for a letter that's coming to me G#m F#m She sends me pictures of the ocean in an envelope E So there still is hope, yes, I can be healed F#m There is someone looking for what I've concealed G#m In my secret drawer, in my pockets deep F#m You will find the reasons that I can't sleep A E And you will still want me... but will you still want me? A E Will you still want me? F#m E Bm A Well, I say come for the week, you can sleep in my bed F#m E Bm A And pass through my life like a dream through my head E A E It will... it will be easy, I'll make it easy E F#m But all I have for the moment is a song to pass the time G#m F#m A melody to keep me from worrying E F#m Some simple progression to keep my fingers busy G#m F#m And words that are sure to come back to me A E And they'll be laughing... and they'll be laughing A E My mediocrity A E My mediocrity A E A E...