Tom: F#m
A E*E
i've got you
D A*A
you've got whatever's left of me to get.
A E*E
our conversations are like minefields
D A*A
no one's found a safeway through one yet
A E*E
i spend alot of money
D A*A
i buy you white gold
A E*E
we raise up a little roof
D E
against the cold...
A D
on southwood plantation road
A D
where at night the stars flow like milk across the sky
A E*E
where the high wires drop(?)
A D Dm A E
D A
where the fat crows fly