Rv Love

A Bm A A Bm To all the camper shells and trees that have hollowed A To all the colors shapes and sizes of the waters Bm And in a city there's a boy inside an R.V. A Who lost another to a life that he's not living Bm A Bm A A Bm And all along there is a ball that is not rolling A And on and on there are sprinklers not down pouring Bm And if I knew myself like the particles exploding A I'd be all alone and on my boat just rowing Bm A Bm A