Pontchartrain

C C C F# C Sunday: dark water draining north, the heat swells and bursts like plague. C C F# C Sunday: ever-so-faint slow tambourine glides onward toward the grave. Abmaj7 Who drew the line? E Who drew the line between you and me? Abmaj7 G Who drew the line that everyone sees? C C F# Darling, Lake Pontchartrain is haunted: bones without names, C photographs framed in reeds. C C Darling, what blood our veins are holding. F# C The overpass frozen, fires ablaze at sea. Abmaj7 Who drew the line? E Who drew the line that cuts to the skin, buries me in? Abmaj7 Tell me who drew the line. G Darling don't close your eyes. C ... F# ... Fm Eb Ab Cm Lie as darkness hardens. Fm Eb Ab Cm Lie of our reunion. Db Eb Ab Cm O lie if God is sleeping. Db Eb Fm O I believe you now. Fm Eb Ab Cm Fm Eb Ab C F# C F# C F# C F# C C F# C Darling, Lake Pontchartrain will cradle me, and all you left behind. C C F# C Listen: ever-so-faint slow tambourine is marching back through time.