Tom: F
C Bb
I'm on and off
F C
And my mind somersaults
Bb
Shown my friends they’re loved
F C
But i've been here too long
Bb F C
I’ll lose and find myself on a whim
Bb F
And step past the black and white
C
Toward pensive ways to live
Bb F C
I'll move towards something permanent
Bb F
I won't put it first and nevertheless
C
I'll keep it all rollin
And I said
Bb
I want this warm kind of heat-
F C
That softness, That closeness-
I don’t want to rise above
Bb
I'll reach for things that couldn't be
F C
Not lost and not hopeless
