HURRICANE (D A D G B E)
Hurricane, what did you say? It’s warm today. I’m on my way.
When you return our hearts will, too. The sea will roar but we won’t be shook.
When you fight your face your eyes turn black. The street goes quiet. No one speaks.
When you lose your grip the whole world slips. I’m hanging upside down. It’s a new world now.
Hurricane, your package is here. If you’re not home can I leave it in a safe place?
Hurricane, what did you say? It’s warm today. I’m on my way.
SO WE GAVE THEM TO THE STARS (D G D G A E)
We left a hole in the earth that night and slept the whole next day. We caught our shadows and they looked up to us. Then we pushed them away.
We jumped through windows in the emptiness of night and fell on the wet grass. Our hearts meant well but they were in the wrong place.
I couldn’t not love you more. The morning came and I let it. And I can’t run a race I’m not prepared to finish.
I couldn’t not tell you why. The night was deep and it should be. I couldn’t not say anything. Again.
A LOVELY TREE (D G D G A E, capo 2)
Rain fell like nails in the broken ground. The morning gave us something to smile about. I saw your reflection in the puddles on the footpath.
My brother, I miss you. You used to be so soft. Now you’re so hard my heart is breaking. I’m sorry. I did this.
Today I watched tradies chop a tree. I was surprised to feel true grief. They threw the limbs in a skip and went to lunch.
My brother, you should have been there. It was a lovely tree. Now it’s burning under the moonlight. I wish I could have saved it.
It was lovely tree.
THINKING A LOT (D G D G B E, capo 3)
So surprised I’m so shook up. So secure in what I was.
Stood upon that very sun. Left me hanging like a gull on the beach.
And what can I expect to find but cold and hardness? Waiting for my limbs to catch up to my chest.
So involved I was never there.
And I’ve been thinking a lot because I haven’t been doing anything.
Waiting for the right time; only noticing when it goes by.
So engulfed in my own head. Every mirror tells me what I already know.
And what can I expect to find but a four-eyed monster? And every time I turn around it jumps on my back.
What can I expect to hold that needs protection?
Fearing what I am because I had a choice.
And I haven’t been doing anything because I’ve been thinking too much.
WAITING FOR MY BOY TO COME BACK TO ME (E A D G B E, capo 1) When will my boy come back to me? I don’t know if I’ll ever go back to sleep. ...
