Thrift Store

G D Em C G D G D Em C G D G D Em No use selling those lonely chairs C G D To the void they go, and back again G D Em Now how do I keep framing these stories then? C Feeling wild and wrought G D By some future hand C G D Where we swung from the cables of evening's rope C G D Where the nighthawks come tumbling through the pink and gold Em G C Tell me, how do we get back to feeling the glow D G Of the early years? G D Em Now, I had the fortune of growing up wild C G D Beneath a willow tree, Midwestern sky G D Em Kept on running those little boy thighs C G D Through the fields out back with the cabbage whites C G D Where we swung from the cables of evening's rope C G D Where the nighthawks come tumbling through the pink and gold Em G C Tell me, how do we get back to feeling the glow D G Of the early years? G D Em What’s encased in this treasure box? C G D Some foreign coins and a mirrored watch G D Em Now I can’t quite trace these memories lost C G D In a rattled time I just rattled off C G D Could we swing from the cables of evening's rope? C G D Where the nighthawks come tumbling through the pink and gold Em G C Tell me, how do we get back to feeling the glow D G Of the early years? G D Em C G D G D Em C G D C G D C G D Em G C D G G D Em Call my ex-lovers, call them one by one C G D Was I a good man, were we on to something? G D Em Did the light come willing through the open door? C G D Did we take our time, did we need much more? C G D Did we swing from the cables of evening's rope? C G D Where the nighthawks come tumbling through the pink and gold Em G C I’ve erased this history and replaced it with hope D G For the years to come