Beck: jack-ass
A D
I been drifting along in the same stale shoes
A D
Loose ends tying a noose in the back of my mind
A
If you thought that you were making your way
D
To where the puzzles and pagans lay
A
I'll put it together: It’s a strange invitation
A D
When I wake up someone will sweep up my lazy bones
A D
And we will rise in the cool of the evening
A
I remember the way that you smiled
D
When the gravity shackles were wild
A
And something is vacant when I think its all beginning
A D
I been drifting along in the same stale shoes
A D
Loose ends tying the noose in the back of my mind
A
If you thought that you were making your way
D
To where the puzzles and pagans lay
A
I’ll put it together: It’s a strange invitation