Chris Pureka

Wrecking Ball

Chris Pureka


Tom: G

    Am         (H)            F     (D)     C        G     Em
E|-------------------------------------------------------------|
B|----1-----1----3---1---1-----1------1-------1----------------|
G|----h2----2----2---2---2-----2------0-------0--------1-----1-|
D|----h2----2----2---2---3-----3------2-------0--------0-------|
A|-----------------------------3------3-------3--------2-----2-|
E|-----------------------------------------------------3-------|


Am F Am F Am F C G

             Am (H)
I pushed it hard, 
      F (D)    Am      (H)
that goddamn wrecking ball, 
F  (D)  Am       F    
and I waited for the 
C                 G                  Am  (H)
weight to swing around but it never did. 
F   (D)  Am         (H)
And the crows they fell 
F      (D) Am       (H)
around my eyes and still 
     F  (D)       C       G
no sign of that ball and chain

             Am  (H)
I pushed it hard,
      F  (D)   Am      (H)
that goddamn wrecking ball. 
       F  (D) Am  (H)  F (D)
What kind of pendulum 
C                 G
never comes back home? 
             Am       (H)
You start to miss it some. 
      F (D)  Am       (H)
The way you miss the rain, 
   F   (D)   Am       (H)      F   (D) C      G
the way you miss the fighting when the war is won... 

G

     C   Em            Am       G           C       Em       Am
But what  I  miss the most is knowing just exactly where it hurts, 
      G          C       Em       Am
is knowing just exactly what is wrong 
             G              G
And what I want, and what I want... 


Am (H) F (D) Am (H) F (D) Am (H) F (D) C G

                   Am (H)
I miss the ghost trees, 
    F (D)  Am       (H)
the weary midnight drives,
       F (D)  Am    (H) F  (D)  C              G
the taste of loneliness in the air beyond the towns.
            Am    (H) F  (D)   Am      (H)
I miss the resonance of those trigger words, 
      F (D)  Am         (H)    
that crazy   one track mind. 
F (D) C               G
Sometimes I miss the cold... 
G

     C   Em            Am       G           C       Em       Am
But what  I  miss the most is knowing just exactly where it hurts, 
      G          C       Em       Am
is knowing just exactly what is wrong 
             G              G
And what I want, and what I want... 


Am (H) F (D) Am (H) F (D) Am (H) F (D) C G


      Am              G                                Am
I'm remembering the sunlight coming down in shades of blue, 
                      G                      Am
the sorrow of the aftermath tightening the noose. 
                      C                             Am
I'm thinking of the night that all the lights went out, 
                      G
and how I learned to see in the dark, in the dark, in the dark... 


Am (H) F (D) Am (H) F (D) Am (H) F (D) C G

             Am  (H)
I pushed it hard,
      F  (D)   Am      (H)
that goddamn wrecking ball. 
       F  (D) Am  (H)  F (D)
What kind of pendulum 
C                 G
never comes back home?