Couches In Alleys

Em C G D Em Hey, Jack it's me, C G D I don't mean to bother you but something's been on my mind. Em C G At the end of this road that climbs the horizon will be reached in a matter D of miles. Em C G And when the wheels cease to spin the walls and the fences will grow taller D than redwood trees. Em And I know your demise. C G D And I fear what will happen when the road fails to flow under me. Em Flow under me Em C G D Em C G Oh, Jack you see, I felt like your mirror with the wind whipping through my D hair. Em C G When the wheels ceased to spin and I cased my surroundings, I realized I D hadn't gone anywhere. Em C G When the problems I'd left with couches in alleys, where no one would ever D claim. Em C G And the hardest part was sifting through the pieces of the rain soaked and D rotten remains Em C G D when I got home. Em C G D when I got home. when I got- Em Hey, Jack it's me C G D I don't mean to bother you but something's been on my mind Em Hey, Jack it's me C G D I don't mean to bother you but something's been on my mind Em Hey, Jack it's me C G D I don't mean to bother you but something's been on my mind Em C G D Em