Tim McFate

Capo 3 C-F--G-C--C-D by Tim McFate

open D22-2 by Tim McFate

*Em-D-C--G-F-C--Am-G-F by Tim McFate

G-C-D--Bm-C-D--Am-E?-B?- C by Tim McFate

E-Almond brothers chord-Cm-Dm by Tim McFate

Capo 5 12th fret by Tim McFate

Lyrics

Well the house on the corner burned down

I took your picture where the living room was

You were holding

You were holding a baby

It was a Polaroid

And it faded with time

Nothing to restore the view

New water

Through old grounds

Stronger then I remember

Stronger then I remember

remember it well

Sometimes I dream of the past

Up against the fence I would finish what you started.

You liked to call us strangers

And you told me what to do

They found a body in the river

Below the dogwood Bloom

Caught by the bridge and the branches

I stole my mothers cigarettes

In the winter

I stole my mother’s money

In the spring

I know a man

Who drags his stuff behind him

And he goes from town to town

He’s a heavy metal gypsy

And he’s wearing the crown

His mother never told him

She was proud

I see folks sitting by the ocean

Looking out over the water

And every day I see more

I suspect they’re lonely

And the water Is a comfort

Knowing they can’t run anymore

They found a body in the river

Below the dogwood Bloom

Caught by the bridge, caught by the branches

Poem On The Bus by Tim McFate

Sitting in the same seat in Starbucks

That I sat in in January

It was much colder then, everything was frozen.

And the sun was much farther behind

Thinking of you driving east in a dress

And how the everything is carried by the wind

And how the wind is us

So much greener now

Everything has blossomed

A rush of cold air surrounds the oyster bar near the paddock

Lots of skinny legs in shorts

I take a couple pictures of the plane

There's something different on my face

The sun's now on the horizon.

And a tail wind will carry me west and

I race the sun

240 miles from Chicago

Running 15 minutes early

Over the great lakes

An island shaped like an elephant

Engines powering down

One large stack from a factory

Makes a small mark on the atmosphere

And the clouds, oh the clouds

Clouds fall off to the south

While putting on my scented oil I spill it

Now I am sure the rest of the plane knows my story too

They know my desire

They know my place

They know

They know just how I undressed her

Yeah, just how I undressed her

Engines off ....we float

Dropping slowly back to earth

The only straight lines below are made by us

In our desire to get to where we are going

Giving us away

And I laugh just a little

Yeah I laugh just a little

My ears pop

There's something different on my face

There's something different on my face

There's something different on my face

And a tailwind carries me west

Coffee And A Pen by Tim McFate