Saturday Delivery

E At the end of the world, I learned to play again for pleasure E With a faith so immaculate, so impossible to measure A E And my stone-shaped bones were all that I had to give her B E And there was nothing, nothing, nothing to consider E To be very smart one be able to remember E To be a leader of men one must learn to control his temper A E And someone who only takes so that later on they can be the giver B E But there’s nothing, nothing, nothing to deliver E I buried my heart where she once swore upon the lightning E And she sought the asylum of the things I found most frightening A E And she danced and she sang on my grave til her voice was a whisper B E Still there was no one, no one, no one that would have quit her E I was knighted in a hurry in old Gettysburg E Where a summit of jesters were sharpening their words A E Where each thing that I stole and I found I had kept just to give her B E And there was nothing, nothing, no thing that wouldn’t fit her E But I began to grow curious and I began to doubt her E When the porch light was off when I’d come home from somewhere out without her A E And now she is gone and I’m only guilty of trying not to miss her B E When there is nothing, nothing, between us but a river E I agreed to a pact with the dirt on the tower E I’d abide it and it in turn would keep me in flowers A E So on to the thing that’d spring, but rush to a wither B E Where there’s no plea, no truth, no lies to consider B E There is nothing, nothing, nothing to consider