Em Am(finger down on 3rd fret of B string for that one part on both)
Iím sick of the cynical. Iím sick of the fashion show.
The vapid and overblown someone someone tells me I ought to know.
I wouldnít stay around if the money let me linger on until the end of
December. And waste another year like a minute, trying to forget, cause I
remember my home.
I left there with bitter words. Iíll go back with cap in hand, and launder the bed I
hurtful things said, and pick up where I began.
The penny lost its shine. Dirty ankles on the promenade in rubber flip-flop sandals.
me back the rags, the neurotic and the sweet lament, ícause I canít handle it.
Iím gonna take a lover. Gonna take her back to Somerville. Show her around
the neighborhood, re-case the place and settle down. Gonna take a lover.
Gonna take her back to Somerville. Donít care if sheís pretty as we leave
GAmD 2x and back to bridge 1 then back to chorus 2x