One Hand In The Furnace

D A Em D A Em D A Em G Living down the time spent subdivided by one effort D A Em or another and the grains are almost gone D A Em G Sitting on the top there unmolested and then compressed into D A Em the middle and the longest of free falls D A Em D A Em D A Em G Blackout on a Tuesday, you know that it ain’t usually D A Em like the bottle to get us gone that far D A Em G As the light was leaving the darkness came creeping up D A Em G behind us and covered up the falling of the stars D A All the good times and the bad luck never added up to much Bm G But a court date down in Farmville and one hand in the furnace D Bm A G Saturday replenishes what Sunday leaves behind D A Em We’ll be alright D A Em D A Em G Simple graces interlaced with sterile spaces D A Em And the sounds of all the barely hanging on D A Em G Never was intended for my parts to be descended D A Em G Cause a furrow in your brow D A All the good times and the bad luck never added up to much Bm G But a court date down in Farmville and one hand in the furnace D Bm A G Saturday replenishes what Sunday leaves behind D Bm A G Saturday replenishes what Sunday leaves behind D A Em We’ll be alright D A Em D A Em G D