Tom: Em
Em
I came to you and you to me
D
And we were tapping on the window at the children when the piggy bank broke
C Em
Pitching quite a fit
D C Em
About how the makers of the medicine will always say you’re looking sick
Em
I came to you and you to me
D
And we would whimper to the women washing milk off of their formal white clothes
C Em
But the funny thing
D C Em
Was how when God was in his people we were dreaming about who else to be
D C Em
And all the fingers that we damaged when all we wanted was a diamond ring
Em
I came to you and you to me
D
And we were barking at the drug dogs, blood dried black on their hands
C Em
And never realized
D C Em
You never tussle with a giant til you can hit him right between the eyes
D C Em
And that no matter how we chewed it, we’d be choking on a compromise
D C Em
Cause all the jaws, all the claws lay restless by the riverside
D C Em
And it wasn’t muscle in the shadow that was shoving us into the light
Em
I came to you and you to me
D
And we were snatching at a war baby’s bottle just to trade it for change
C Em
But now it’s come to pass
D C Em
That every eye beneath the mountain saw the smoke but no one heard the blast
D C Em
That no one knew the arm was broken although everybody signed the cast
D C Em
And until the government was good, she said “Man, I thought you’d never ask”
D C Em
And when love wore out her welcome, they just booked her for a bag of grass
D C Em
That while she cried on the cross, we were sucking on the laughing gas
D C Em
And when the head had left the body, not a flag was hanging half-mast
Em
I came to you and you to me
D
And then we lost our own lovers’ revolution but it started again
C Em
And now we’re one
D C Em
One of the parade wake widows walking home into the setting sun
D C Em
One of the soldiers lost in the dreams that never lose the gun
D C Em
One of the wise men wandering the podium without a tongue
D C Em
One of the trophies tarnished by the mess we made of being young
D C Em
One of the prayers, one of the promises swallowed with our chewing gum
D C Em
One of the deaf ears, dumber all the time for all the years of drums
D C Em
One of the wide-eyed soap boxes buried under Washington
D C Em
One of the beat cops combing every sidewalk crack for love
D C Em
One of the crowded stars uncounted when the map was done
D C Em
One of the withered in the garden left to wonder when the rain will come
